Best Hesitates Poems

The cake which lay upon the plate,
I wanted it but was polite.
That was the one you grabbed and ate;
The cake which lay upon the plate
You...

Read more of this work...

Out in the freezing rain
Hesitates gray morning 
Between winter's end and
Spring's early intentions.

Leafless barren trees
Lining up on my street
Glitter sluggishly
Tiny frozen droplets
Hanging from twigs and...

Read more of this work...

Dark, the night morphs slowly toward dawn.
In its last vestige, the moment in which night becomes morning,
he speaks to me.
I refer to him as "he"...

Read more of this work...

He hurries home late from the office
and hesitates out on the lawn,
the mists are swirling like her dress,
the moon is frowning down.

The music in her...

Read more of this work...

A fierce wind howls as dark clouds race across the horizon,
     and beneath the hood draped over his face the man...

Read more of this work...

Between frosty cobalt-cliffs, cruise-ship hesitates to pause,
Amidst ice sculptures echoing cheers of spirited applause,
Mesmerizing enthralled sights evincing awe-struck trance,
Lauding vast gelid expanse, hypnotizing eyes of...

Read more of this work...

At stroke of the dawn as the sun is rising
Birds are chirping to awaken the morning
From the trees that sway in gentle breeze 
Breeze that...

Read more of this work...

The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age, 
A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven

Part (1.)

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting...

Read more of this work...

Frozen in his tracks, a white tail deer
hesitates to crack the gilded grass



_________________________________
11/21/14...

Read more of this work...

Part - 1.

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest...

Read more of this work...

I hesitate to get my cool clean drink this morning.
Something is different. The cold air is the same.
The water is still, I do not sense...

Read more of this work...

Bent fingers trace embroidered leaves
on satin and long lacy sleeves.
Blush roses, twenty-six she counts--
A French word she can't now pronounce.

She blows dust from old envelopes
tied...

Read more of this work...

Do you remember the first heartbeat,
can you feel the fire echo
upon the wings of your violet velvet intellect
as zero zimmers into the sums of your...

Read more of this work...

Just outside the window
    a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
        ...

Read more of this work...

*Image of Patronus by Wizarding World

The White Doe and The River Of Life

Comes a white doe, quaint sight a wandering,
Murmurs, her head swerves about, hesitates,
A...

Read more of this work...