Canadianpoet Stories

Re-edited, previously unpublished series of poems written 20-30 years ago #157 in Strength #143 in Poetic #208 in Healing

That smell. Fragrant to her soul like a thousand shattered memories. Weaving through all the fragments of the good times that they had. And the bad. Those too. Pieces fa...

The weed amongst the cracks, fighting to peep through. Into the sunlight of her love. Slowly growing, inching up, ever swaying in the breeze. Before he knew the flower h...

He rode her coat tails through the spiralling depths. Clinging dearly to her, his dear.

Black rimmed eyes laden heavy with liner. Porcelain skin draped in scarlet silky nothings. Stiletto heels scraping high to the sky. Trappings of her life, no longer hers...

Everytime you come around I end up handing out pieces of myself. Waiting on those memories to cancel all the bad. You are not bad. We are broken. Simply broken. Gone too...

Reach for me, across the grass of our youth. Take me with you through each new day. Pull me along, I am all but found. You not needing me when you are my air. All the da...

Cowboy boots on the grass. Two pairs lined up. Whiskey shots at midnight as we dance the night away. Sweet country music. Sweet lips pressed to mine. When the dew melts...

She lived in the dark green fields of his soul. Pushing and pulling him to the edge. Her hair like the caramel ripples of a smooth cognac. Filling the glass with rich sw...