Decanted Poems - Poems about Decanted

... Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts ripped from black and white movies. Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun, one of her hands would refrain from touching her, the other has bee......Read the rest...

...I lie - what wife mine’d been saying (our solidarity betraying) Was in fact much more dismaying: “Why have you not come before? From our lives you’ve been absented – with your coming, I’m contented......Read the rest...

...Now, as I retire after 50 years and look back on my life amid the well wishes from friends and the realization that this old body can no longer handle what my brain still yearns of me, I have no regr......Read the rest...

...They’ll wonder, secret Valentine for fourteen days, in fourteen ways The feelings of a lovelorn flame, unmasked, for all the world ......Read the rest...

...Edible plants were hungry, most eaten raw. My Mom's recipe abandoned, rockets salvoed. Maiden roots are cut, water is decanted. As many religious beliefs, in situ and ex situ versus. So Earth's h......Read the rest...

...my flower ... she sang for me - ONLY for me always in Japanese … I did not know the words I never asked her to translate nor did I want the jagged crimping of my own tongue to ever attemp......Read the rest...

...Snow gathered momentum to a chorus of confusion Echoes of tortuous silence A vacuum of restless reprieve Like moist drift sand it spread its treacherous message Opened trap doors of in......Read the rest...

...Lord I'm so thirsty my mouth is parched I am so hungry I need nourishment It all Lord I am thirsty You are my cup of water In a drought And Lord You Are My substance Throwing my st......Read the rest...

...Upon entering the dining car on the Oriental Express Train to the Far East, I tried to remove the wine bottle cork with a knife; severed an artery, and died.......Read the rest...

...In my most endearing reveries, I journey once more where monoliths of stone rose from the rocky shore reminiscing the joyful days we spent along the quay as sunrise painted pastel hues over wa......Read the rest...

... stillness … save a twittering bird ... hand on clarity, hardness - fingers spread opposing - jets of oily black octopus ink, (resembling) decanted, manipulated, channeled barbed circles......Read the rest...

...Aching aching deep within reaching out beyond the veil never forgotten All Aboard body and soul combine for the ride of a lifetime – no return tickets Am I me I thin......Read the rest...

...A Ship In A Bottle My great Grand Father sailed to New Zealand on a ship called the Wild Deer in 1872. I have always loved ships in bottles, and one day decided I would drain a pretty bottle of ......Read the rest...

...COOKING WITH JIM actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen of his quaint brownstone on West 12th Street in Manhattan, decades after his death. And quite at home with......Read the rest...

...(an interview with a Vampire) A grain of sand was once my rock this rock was once my life and life was but a story, lost in the nurseries of time. The shadows you see cannot be trusted, the sun bl......Read the rest...