My Poetry

say I would describe the setting sun comparing it once again to death the afterglow is but the end of heat to the east the coolness of the moon or that I speak of love and betrayal it may be a rose with poison thorns a Judas kiss, calm before the storm the fickle heart of the Miller's tale perhaps I shall curse the angry gods like a nomad damning their retreat creating a universe without apples and thus withholding heaven's seed now in the proper study of mankind the subject may be beauty or brutality nurturing Madonna caressing her child or stalking maniacs who rape and kill and last the unknown poet in his age pens one more verse to bless the past with only one regret to carve in stone that man and love and stars don't last