26 january 2017
Walking Into You
Tonight
the nectar will be spread
to tame a random tormentor.
Black and white,
I never saw my father weeping.
Lonely he was.
I am
my own creation today
weather beaten. Confession to -
confession, unread. When the-
storm was tethered,
there was flooding and neck deep-
you were in tears. Am cannibalizing
my own poems, to write a new line.
It was a midnight moon.
20 june 2025
wiesiek
19 june 2025
wiesiek
18 june 2025
wiesiek
18 june 2025
Jaga
16 june 2025
wiesiek
16 june 2025
ajw
14 june 2025
wiesiek
14 june 2025
ajw
12 june 2025
wiesiek
12 june 2025
Jaga