No one knows where poetry comes from. That's been said before but bears repeating. It is deep within the rocky fissures, a wellspring of emotion of love and pain. It is a bright songbird that flies to your windowsill and offers a moment of its verse in liquid notes. Then it takes flight and disappears. If you did not record that song on your heart it might be gone. No one knows … [Read more...] about Fountainhead, By: Rob Jagodzinski
In Her Absence, By: Rob Jagodzinski
I miss her soft touchI miss her soft skinI miss her songbird voiceI miss her wild laughterI miss her raven hairWhen it cascadesas her head falls backI miss her dancing eyesAnd her dark eyebrows when her eyelids are closed tight as she thinks about something deeplyI miss her spiced scentI miss her tough and tender spiritI miss her gentle soulAnd her muscular legs her arms face … [Read more...] about In Her Absence, By: Rob Jagodzinski
Carpathian Dream, By: Rob Jagodzinski
In the dream, she appears to me, out of the darkness. We are in a Carpathian meadow, caressed by a warm lilac breeze, under a canopy of stars.Everything is peace.She drifts down to me on gossamer wings.Long white silken robes adorn her, flow about her.Without a word she anoints my face with tender kisses.The gown slips from her shoulders and pools around her feet.Within her … [Read more...] about Carpathian Dream, By: Rob Jagodzinski