BOOK TEASER: A SAMPLE OF UPCOMING BOOK: POEMS FROM THE ATTIC ON KINDLE/AMAZON


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Such careless words!

Not careless because they hold you in any malcontent

Not careless because their “polite” has all been spent

Not careless as my jagged soul of unkempt words that frighten so

Not daring to purpose to be careless, Love

For they are under strictest orders from my eyes, holding tight picture of

You, My careful, kind, gentile Maid

May my words find you, a smile at the corner of your lips,

Unscathed.

I am but a clumsy rugged man

Devoid of riches, without clan

Scribbling pretty words on a skin bottle where my water should be-

Is there greater thirst to fill than my heart inside of me?

These “careless” words I’ve penned

Do I dare to send?

What would your father say?

He would have me drawn and quartered in a day!

I imagine your fragile ears, so easily broken, catching my words on the wind

Mulling them over, tasting them again and again

Keeping them fresh as the spring flowers you so love to pick-

Yet if flesh is easily flanked

If life be so easily snuffed out, like blowing the flame of a night’s candle wick

Then there may as well be sheets of glass on which to run between you and me 

Getting to you will indeed be tricky-

Perhaps, though, you are worth it, to merely shatter, bleed and die.

People, they speak of love.
They sing sonnets and ... ...

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