This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago after a vivid dream I had about somehow who has haunted my dreams for far too long. It is essentially a sequel to my poems "The Librarian" and "The Shelves of Time".
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Seven Days
This is a poem that I just wrote while listening to the masterpiece "Seven Days Walking" by composer Ludovico Einaudi, specifically the "Day Six" album, which I have linked. It is a powerful piece and the poem was inspired by the music.
My Thoughts Are Bright Tonight
This is a poem I wrote a few nights ago as a follow up to a poem I wrote a few months ago called 'My Thoughts Are Dark Tonight' since some big life changes have made me much happier.
Phoenix
This is a poem that appeared in my last poetry book that I wrote nearly a year ago. I hired an artist to bring Phoenix, the main character of my novel, to life for the book cover and he did so perfectly in the first try. I can't wait until this project is finalized and published!
Shadow on the Wall
This is a poem I wrote yesterday for my brother's birthday today. We were very close growing up. I looked up to him and followed him around like a shadow, and though some of that can get lost with age, it never goes away entirely.
Bottle on the Sea, Needle in the Hay
This is a poem I started a few weeks ago and finished today. It's about that feeling where you don't necessarily want something, but you want to know that you could have it should you desire it, and how things are easy to lose and difficult to find.
That Girl, From Damariscotta
This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago after I took a solo trip to Maine. I found my way into a cafe two days in a row, and both days I saw the same girl working there. She was unquestionably the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life, and this is my attempt to write about just how mesmerized I was by her.
Monarch Memories
This is a pretty transparent poem about my love of history and medieval fantasy and has a pretty rhythmic rhyme scheme.
The Shelves of Time
This is a poem about caving into the continuous dreams of someone who one tried to stop dreaming of long ago, and is therefore a bit of a sequel to my previous poem "The Librarian".
Lotus
This is a more ambiguous poem about the nature of promise.
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