January 2023 | poems by culturing

StrangersAs I sit by candlelight,

Sick With StruggleHere we are, still monotheist saints

As Life May Yet BeWordsworth said of a poem:

Think Not AbsolutelyThere's a shimmer on the air, comes flowing over

Wait For AnotherIn the aftermath of clockwork decaying,

SpecimensAre we to remain collections

Slumber Much BetterAgain I find myself alone

HorizonsFrom Cromwell it came, with vengeance,

Elite WatersI have dipped my toes in elite waters,