5 SHORT POEMS – MARCH 2021

Low Life
 
 what is there
 in this,
    this infamous
 exile
 

 

 Glory 
 
 perception 
 is a sun
 confusing the
 shadow it 
 casts
 as the light
 it constantly 
 spreads
 

 

 To Sing
 
 What am I?
 Nothing to anybody...
   I am surprise
 
 A string receptive 
 to all vibrations
 

 

 The Process
 
 Using intuition,
 And
 Manipulation of
 Writing object,
 I send a piece 
 Of myself
 Forward
 In time
 

 

 Mirror
 
 too faint 
 to be an 
 old ghost
 too
 quiet
 to be
 alive