great poems

Gossamer wings
crush stereotypes in living
art and reality, in poetry take
us to glimpses on ether
let this not waver
reality position, unfolding
truths
untruths
gossamer wings, your pony-tailed face will eclipse all our lies
forever.

When I see these trees
their curled torsos — infinity
and colours around them swirl in sea madness.
Touch. Touch them
as they tell stories of lands
desecrated and bodies banished with the wind
blistering in rain hollows.