Poems from Corinne A Starke
Little did I know,
As I watched the wax drip down,
That fire consumes everything.
The puddle at the end of the wick
Has tears mixed in I...
If someday I look out my window
To find you were gone, not even a petal,
Then I know everything else must go.
The last living thing in this...
It’s six-thirty in the morning
And I am awake.
There are threads of sunlight
That peak between the blinds of my living room.
It’s six-...
Sleep stubborn eyes
Watch me as I spin a tale for her,
Hoping she would soon give up the fight
And let sleep take her.
Muddy, wet hands...
Oh foul pen,
Why don’t you write?
The page is as spotless
As a lamb
And your tip dry
From unuse.
How will you woo your audience
Through...