July 2018 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Dove

They sift through seed together and feast on plant or feeder. I watch them from this window in the land of dawn. And this orchestra of two will bring a song of morn, with a strike, a bar that breaks the heart, sweet music where the eye will rest. Then comes escape – the drivingContinue reading “Dove”

Capital sinner

The market on the river brings the glutton out in me, the strawberry from the vine, the zester of apple tree, the juice crawling down my chin to stain my blouse, epicurean living renders me uncouth. The pretty youth who floats on the screen up in the air revs the sweat glands into molecules ofContinue reading “Capital sinner”