Dennis Herrell has been writing poetry for forty years during his adult life as teacher, outside sales person, and, lately, antique dealer. He is like every poet in the world – always in training, and painfully aware of it. Enter his world to read some poems he has had published.
I will stand on the bed
and make a speech to your back
talk about what is wrong what to do
what if and why not
right now to the back of your curly head
though I know your dark eyes are open
and long silky eyelashes
a thousand moths beating their wings
against my words breaking them
into syllables then the scattered lettered sounds
drifting across your shoulder blades
falling off your haunches and long bent legs
until I have spent all my words
against your eloquence.
(5/16/12 – Blue Unicorn)