You, born the eleventh
in poetry’s month,
exhale pure air.
on virgin canvas.
Your purity shared
in the sweeping
loops of words bled
on page.
Born Anew
Petits Poems
Springtime
Showers of cherry blossoms
whisper away,
smitten by warm moods.
Petals playfully cascade
laying rose upon the grass.
An Other’s Love
With my heart my weapon,
I compete for yours.
My opponent equally equipped,
though seemingly more adept.
Egyptian Cotton
I dived in bed,
A brief respite before I leave.
For a moment I smelt you;
Your scent in my sheets,
I was happy.
I was with you.
Sommer
A million temptations surround me,
all of another’s desire,
my desire lays elsewhere,
my heart alongside hers.
In this room of music and alcohol,
my mind races to you,
chasing warm thoughts of summer.
Marseille
Lost dans le sud,
In a city if sand and chateaux.
The ambience est chaud,
Les oiseaux chantent aux cafés
de place de Lenche.
The chorus of passers-by,
animating the narrow streets.
J.C. FitzDerick 