Miscellaneous:Have a poetic style of your own? Have poems that defy all conventional categories? Share them here please. (i.e. dark & bitter, political, revolutionary, abstract, etcetera...)
Every time I see your eyes
Buried deep within my mind
I realize…
I didn’t love you enough
~
It was summertime
When I died…
So young and
Gently flowing through
The autumn leaves
And the winter’s snow
~
And if you would have ever
Turned around…
You would have seen
The arrow
Piercing my heart
~
Spring blooms…
Alive again…
So much older than before…
With so much still to learn
~
Mike Carson
12-10-1975