aspiring poet working on his first chapbook of poetry...
June Snow Living in perspective, lines never meet. It is such a contrast, the wall, not the wall, the description on the wall beside
By Gerry Thibeault6 days ago in Poets
Simple Therapy Of course I want to tell them. Much of the time I had better things to do. Coral does not have a therapist,
By Gerry Thibeault9 days ago in Poets
mornings light first thing tomatoes on the verge of sharing pint of view
By Gerry Thibeault29 days ago in Poets
wind with windmills chime grass and barley both agree drama queen, the sky
By Gerry Thibeault30 days ago in Poets
strange places I go when a Neanderthal path cross winds beneath us
what rushes in time unconditionally falls yellow maple leaves
black rain in Iran the presence of history tangible by touch
when running, I run exploiting sagas come true a red winged black bird
hair brushing my skin warmth of her lit eyes open a moths wings flutter
By Gerry Thibeaultabout a month ago in Poets
big herds of music rhythms of time existing notes only skin deep
apple blossom heat sometimes my wings are melting a breath at the end
you can’t fake drama a bank statement will pinpoint start of a cold snap
