Poems from Pangolin the Poet
Wherefore my sorrow?
My lips they asked my eyes today
“Say, eyes, wherefore your tears?”
They did not know, they could not say
So then I...
With a pen I can't erase the things I get wrong,
pen, pencil and paper just take too long.
A typewriter, so I've heard, is difficult,
and...
A snatch of song,
behind a door:
a melody I've heard before.
Forgotten but familiar notes:
Of lost dreams and abandoned hopes.
An...
A piece of driftwood lies
alone on the sunbaked sand.
A knarled knot points out to sea,
gesturing far from the land.
What troubled seas...
Windows to the otherwhere
Where the folk are fey and fair
Oh, you mortals all beware,
Beware the fair-folk’s call
Beauties bright around...