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Secret Poems

February 19, 2011

There are no secret poems
for you – if there were
I wouldn’t write them.
There are no flowers
I wouldn’t bring
or gifts I wouldn’t send
like Winter words
unsaid in feral warmth
of midnight fur.
Your crystal fears
are not formed in glass
nor secret poems
etched in your handmade book.




From → Kathryn Marie, Poems

  1. Lovely… congratulations on your chapbook! Keep us posted.

  2. “winter words unsaid in feral warmth”… wowza.


  3. I like this – a lot~

  4. So crystalline and precise.

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