Tonight I found some old poetry I had written and forgotten about. A haiku:
A mirror to you …
I reflect back your beauty
and you are entranced.
And this:
A Little Sense of Music
The question is not of harmony
the length of phrase
the breadth of lyricit is that you inflame my inner song
that you are the long fingers
to my quivering strings.
I remember those “little sense of” poems. That was a good place. Good to see you again. 🙂
I’d forgotten all about them! I guess that’s one upside to my failing memory… finding little treasures I’d forgotten. Yes, that was a good place, good old myspace *sigh*. Thank you for visiting 🙂