In their own words
Clearly, after staring at this blank space - I am not adept at writing about myself! A middle aged public servant ~ plagued by the stress and anxiety of work, money, and society... finds release and balance writing mediocre poetry as some desperate effort to find meaning in life.
First cup, passes onYielding forth to the nextDepth of Grace's kissFlitting moment drawn of easePours past and then on again
Sunrise radianceRapture on the spider's webCyclic LitanyIn the murky brine of lifeSweet sorrow of graceful 'morn
First Letter:Lantern’s cold shadowFrost sparkles muted moonlightIce melts, hearts beatWith match to cast the sparkSurely now; burn down the wallRepy:Snow swept winter plainVelvet sun draped mountain topWinds bite, Frost chillsLighthouses don’t warm, they warnShoals and sharks within its gaze
First Letter:Severed clean the bondsWithered root left us to holdSorrow, longing, rageScream Your Name at blur'd mirrorCome back! Your sons, wife, and friendsReply Letter:So severed the linkCut loose earthy encumbranceRelease, Freedom, PeaceSacred source returningBeyond call, dark eternal
First Letter:Dulcinea truePlaying with words in the skyDiamonds for namesDragon's flames test the foolsSoliloquy of soldiersReply Letter:Quixote indeedPuzzles for rhymes of intrigueDaggers for gamesDamsels chase swords to playSojourner's heroic song