I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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11 April 2011

To My Ex

Dear X, I still
remember you well
and fondly.
How well you fondled ...
but, ah well,
that’s deep
in the past now
and you too,
the dear part
of memory
lingering still,
till I open again
that core space
within me,
where with such ease
you entered,
my hidden depths
until I felt you
knew me better
than any other
could or would,
bone and flesh
united, then
annihilated ...
I remember.

(Day 7 - Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush)

Also submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #73


  1. very nice share... i like its honest and unpretentious write ~

  2. Oh, such a beautiful and poignant poem of love and remembrance!

  3. Hello.
    Visiting from The Poetry Pantry.

    I had to laugh at the opening lines!
    Nice flow right through the end.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  4. neat.

    love the purple color of your blog.