That's a shame really, because the world needs more honesty. More love poems. And anyone whose been in love knows that real love doesn't fit neatly in the pages of heart covered notebooks.
After a number of years, I've put my love poems together in a book and I'm looking for a publisher. So it feels like time to start a new poetry project. One thing that strikes my passion is Jane Eyre - a love story writ large. I've loved it since the 5th Grade. I've begun a new series of poems rewriting the book in verse. Here is the first in this series. If you've read the book, you'll recognize the opening window scene.
the view
when I was a child
there was a certain window
where I would sit and draw the curtain
it would rain only for me
the wind pushing the wet, shivering birds
across the garden.
there were stories and
I would read them
it did not matter
who owed the books
- the words, the rain, the birds
they were mine.
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