“absence looks like a lake bed flooded with sky sounds like cotton howling tastes like tear-stained pillows smells like churning bile and burnt hair feels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying” LoveRomancePoetryRelationshipsDarkGriefSadnessPoemAbsenceSeparation Book:Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul Source: Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
“what is poetry if not seeing and feeling, and feeling, feelings running deep and okay – do I see, notice the gray pigeon feathers that heave by on drafts of passing cars reeking, leaking gasoline fumes and okay – do I feel?” WritingPoetryDarkDoubtPoemAuthorWriterFeeling Book:Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul Source: Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
“I wonder what freezes the flurry of hurt on her cold- flushed cheeks, if his touch is a salve or the shattering.” LoveRomanceRelationshipSadnessColdWoman And Man Book:Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul Source: Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul