I always crumble in tearsWhen you don’t understand meI thought liking someone, loving someoneBrings understanding along withDoesn’t love come with a manual on the person you want to love?You don’t understand meYet you want to love meI’m trying to teach you my languageThe language of my heartThis scarred heartSo that you can cradle it in … More DO YOU KNOW MY LOVE LANGUAGE?
Hello faithful followers! I have been on WordPress for three years! Whoop! Whoop! If you are still here, let me just say that I appreciate your commitment to this blog. I have not done a lot of book reviews this year but I try to augment with my poems. I hope you enjoy this one: … More I KNOW WHAT IT IS
You saw it You saw it first You would have been unhappy She didn’t know But you saw it First And left You would have been unhappy You knew it But From what moment? That altercation? The one that altered your position As head And later On the bed? What moment? The moment you withdrew … More YOU SAW IT FIRST
There are sweet memories Borrowed ones too This one is borrowed From the roadside chat by the fireside Of a grandmother Whose hands have perfected The art of moinmoin* Carefully Artistically Arranged in rows of Green Her memories are fresh But hardly sweet As she told of a Daughter Not hers Who had convenient Need … More Borrowed Memories