Inside my Terrane

You couldn’t possibly know how much you mean to me
you couldn’t possibly know, even as I try to tell you
limited by the expression of a syntax, I’m left with a lisp
trying to pronounce joy.  I’m only a jester with failing hands
a useless mime, forever maimed by the unforgiving allusion 
the imagination of life without you.

4 thoughts on “Inside my Terrane

  1. This series of the poems, the last four or five, all roll and swing with a long and luscious rhythm, the images are so strong and original and they detail what seems a living and very real relationship. Strong and subtle and graceful writing.


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