There are many things
I wish I could have done but
the sun sets before
-FW

There is a logic that transcends morality ( Read more... )

As requested.

( The Pit )

Twlight over the forest went
with sun in aubern and gold.
Into the night the day is sent
and lets the world of stars unfold.
Its passage makes a gleaming there,
the invitation to dark and cold.
Behold
it's murmurous majesty.
Consent
it's daring despair.

-FW

On the subject of outliving your enemies ...

( The tortoise and the Hare )

In this case, a ballade supreme - the variation favored by francois villon, my estranged childhood hero.

( Ballade of the Wayward Assassin )

Super Tuesday ( Read more... )

This maybe a prose poem, but I am skeptical about the label.

Anyway, here's a slice of life piece, which I am also skeptical of.

( Conservation )

I really love writing, but it was not my first choice of professions ( Read more... )

I added one poem to my assignment because I am stuck on Triolet.

Alone

Being lonely
is a comfort
I could not forsee.
I wonder what could be,
but this is only
my last resort.
Being lonely
is a comfort.

-FW