Here are my poems. I don't like that word, but I can't think of a better one. A couple of years ago I began writing for reasons of personal catharsis, but many of these descended into rhyming couplets so I took a break for a short while. I am giving it another go now, let me know what you think.
Thanks.
You see.
I reflect on your note,
you composed a while ago.
I tuck it back inside its box
...
Hers are the eyes,
ardent blue and guardian bright.
Disregarding darkness
she watched
...
I attended midnight mass
pissed.
Intentionally, but without purpose,
my hair held back
...