Poems from Marc Libidinsky
a darker hour,
I walked out to a morning's
inventory of
musty grass and evergreens
fog silence on dimpled skin,
and silent questions.
I...
One night's dreams
Can wash my pain
Like one big storm
That dumps its rain,
And washes out
One errant road;
So, no more doubt,
And no more...
A poet's voice
Finds potency
When immerced
In communion -
A vision of himself
Mingled with another's self,
And made of truer words.
This is...
She was beauty set in stone -
I couldn't move her,
she wouldn't moan.
She was beauty
black and deep.
She was beauty,
she was...
Wisdom is God's handmaid, and
Inspires me to pray;
Sometimes, with my heart bowed down
Doing what she says.
Oh, my Lord, instruct my heart...