poetry – Vampire Maman

I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer, and Vietnam Vet, Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid smell of cordite

A Faint Smile

He turned to her A faint smile With depth And sharpness Yet when he turned It was as if He was only An image In

Full moon Brings on a party In half lit oak woods Possums and owls Look for the same Shadows With different purpose. Full moon Brings

A need you dare not admit. Poetry on a Vampire Mom blog? Why? I’ll tell you. People won’t admit they read poetry and are moved

He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on granite The sounds of nothing

I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid smell of cordite Still