he writes a poem
she reads his poem
it is not his poem
it is another thing
her poem
she writes a poem
he reads her poem
it is not her poem
it is a new thing
his poem
they write
they read
the message is not their message
the bottle is not their bottle
it is a found thing
a new thing
the lost thing
the bottle
About Me
- kwh
- is the author of four novels, "Vogel Flies South," "Vogel and the White Bull," "Cave Gossip, and "Grimoire of Stone: A Romance of Water;" and two books of poetry, "Petroglyphs," and "Sea-Snails on a Black Chow’s Tongue or, a Castaway’s Poems in a Bottle." He divides his time between Frankfurt am Main, Germany and Dallas, Texas. In 2009, his portal fantasy novel, "Okeanus," was a semi-finalist in the Amazon/Penguin Breakthrough novel contest. He is currently writing short stories set in an alternate history, code-named: La Ciudad, and working on a new series. The first novel, "The Grimoire of Stone," is finished and available from Amazon.com. His next novel "Attis Chapel" is a Heinleinian space opera with Lovecraftian motifs. Set in his La Ciudad series, it further develops the background begun in "Grimoire of Stone."
1 comment:
Everyone writes, reads, hears,sees; deciphers things differently in Poetry. That's what I love so much. I always say I just want someone to take something from reading what I've written. Be it a raging wind, a scorching sun or even perhaps an echo from the wilderness. Hey? I actually don't know what I write half the time or where it comes from!
Your words ring very true though. Sometimes when you read something it no longer belongs to the writer but more to the reader.
I talk too much don't I?
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