| Author: | Wolf Sherman | ISBN: | 9781370836369 |
| Publisher: | Wolf Sherman | Publication: | July 17, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Wolf Sherman |
| ISBN: | 9781370836369 |
| Publisher: | Wolf Sherman |
| Publication: | July 17, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Foreword;
What Is A Poem?
I've heard some say it's a complete thought, separated by a number of white lines,
A multi-meaning riddle left behind by a past "us", meandering past the high walls we've built. Till it finds us, a different us, where we sit and dine on today's clock,
It's the addictive smell, they say, of an oil painting from the gallery of idealism, stroked deep into the stretched canvas of sanity,
Capturing those rare moments when we had braved questioning our reality,
I've heard others say, it's a complete one-way escape route reserved for a different us, a younger us, obscured by a veil,
That is torn as the other "us" arrives to imprint a recording of sorts - of many autumns past, to show the birth of order through chaos,
A sunrise painted with the slow sarcastic brush of irony and time, that in the privacy of the gallery of idealism,
When it discovers us, or us, it, we suddenly know what to do with ourselves, but not quite how..." - Wolf Sherman
Index:
Contains adult content. A collection of poems on life, loss, pregnancy, miscarriage, love, longing, romance, betrayal, erotica, and the few other things in between that makes up our dreams and nightmares.
Foreword;
What Is A Poem?
I've heard some say it's a complete thought, separated by a number of white lines,
A multi-meaning riddle left behind by a past "us", meandering past the high walls we've built. Till it finds us, a different us, where we sit and dine on today's clock,
It's the addictive smell, they say, of an oil painting from the gallery of idealism, stroked deep into the stretched canvas of sanity,
Capturing those rare moments when we had braved questioning our reality,
I've heard others say, it's a complete one-way escape route reserved for a different us, a younger us, obscured by a veil,
That is torn as the other "us" arrives to imprint a recording of sorts - of many autumns past, to show the birth of order through chaos,
A sunrise painted with the slow sarcastic brush of irony and time, that in the privacy of the gallery of idealism,
When it discovers us, or us, it, we suddenly know what to do with ourselves, but not quite how..." - Wolf Sherman
Index:
Contains adult content. A collection of poems on life, loss, pregnancy, miscarriage, love, longing, romance, betrayal, erotica, and the few other things in between that makes up our dreams and nightmares.
