Poems from H M Groh
He wanders.
Never full,
never satisfied,
never happy.
He hunts
easily deciving
with promises of love,
promises of being safe.
His...
I am life,
swelling and enticing.
I am music,
a language not yet translated.
I am a sister,
to three of the best people I know.
I am a...
For a moment,
I’m a bird
flying gracefully
The board,
is my perch.
I fly again
The cycle is fun,
I’ll never stop.
Even if I only fly...