Poems from andy spaschak
I have been writing poetry for over forty years, Published in magazines, ezines, etc. I currently live in New Jersey as I recover from stage four throat cancer. I have not been able to speak for three years so my voice has become my poetry, photography, and guitar.
Fresh,a slip of tonguean adolescent impulse.Later he will learn notto say what he means,when he dims to mellow.
Tough,he'll learn to bea...
He pretended he believed her
She did the same
Reciprocating impulses
push away, then suddenly contract.
When two worlds collide
new stars...
She was the wind's breath
alive and moving
with grace, a sweet slide
across the room.
When she kissed me
the world went away
but, like...
The earth quakes in thunder claps
a hapless dressing for a proud sun
melting clouds enough for rain.
One is born, another dies
a constant...
There are no great hills in Kenilworth
where grassy girls give fruitful birth
born from men of stately girth
I have been to Kenilworth
I...