By Kel Dayheart
Not really, but it is October. In the spirit of October I am going to try to keep to a creepy theme. Not surprisingly, I have quite a few that fit that category or just angst-y (see teenage years) so this is my disclaimer for the month that 90% of my poems will be dark,... Continue Reading →
Raindrops are falling Summer time warmth still keeps up Not a care at all
S. Eliot is remembered as American- British poet, American by birth and British by choice. I honestly can’t say he’s one of my favorites; however, I do like his stance on poetry which he discusses in “The Music of Poetry”. He believes that meaning and style go hand-in-hand when writing a poem. Sometimes you don’t... Continue Reading →
The lights are all off Honey, haven't you heard? He left town hours ago
The heat of the sun Beating against sea- kissed skin A breeze alleviates
A misdirection.
Eyes up ahead, only
See what I show them
Next to useless
Is a fickle heart that sings
Everlasting love.
Fragment of a Figment 