aspiring poet working on his first chapbook of poetry...
Yellow or Blue Would I yawn if it was much longer, buy a horse instead . Sit tall and straight on its bare back looking
By Gerry Thibeault20 days ago in Poets
The danger to flirting is its necessities, its many forms, pages and being on the right one, its strength to draw you in and hold
Sitting around the cabin in the warm sun carefully peeling the labels from frosted moist stubby beer bottles as if divine
crimson warrior gnawing animals comfort breath of dog anent One of the things I love about haiku is they can be found in poems I’ve already written. I love to read, write, and discuss poetry—follow and I will follow back!
It is always a Sunday on the eighteenth green, the patrons silent, the sounds of a prop engine overhead, the commentary is low.
lurking in the firs above dining decorum springtime sparrowing
By Gerry Thibeault21 days ago in Poets
shy smiles I redden blushing on the edges of a flowering pith
condensation forms skin of a fresh red apple i’m just not this one
By Gerry Thibeault22 days ago in Poets
Silence is not always a want or a need but more a way of life—lately, I have wondered about romance, the grace in how a ship changes direction. How from
You sneak in from the pond at a sliver of amber early morning. A thin crack separating earth from sky. Drop a dead heron on the floor, a limp rope for a neck,
traverse across snow sinters track into presence the drum of a heart
By Gerry Thibeault23 days ago in Poets
thin scent of pollen something much bigger than hope swaying clear ethos
By Gerry Thibeault24 days ago in Poets
