A few new ones

I am still working on the novel, but with insomnia comes poetry (at least for me).


Irony of Pain

nothing is stronger
than a beaten woman's
image of her own
weakness

ltv



Summer Insomnia I

in the dark
of the back yard
green flashes
like tiny stars
coming for a visit

ltv

Summer Insomnia II

rustling brush
unseen paws
foraging first
at the far end
of the trail
then steadily
(as I listen
to the night pass)
it makes its way
down the buffet line

ltv