Some freeverse

[[BTF]ZeTHeR]

I live a dichotomy, where on one-side I am never even seen forming a complete sentence, let alone typing correctly, then (strangely) on the other side I understand full well the usage of English. I have studied long and long in poetics, 3 years to be exact, and gradually am finding a voice. The search is not easy, but at the end of the beginning I've began to call my self a democratic poet. This is the first piece, that failed as an introduction to my intended work on America, being the first poet to express what is gone (I thought I would grace the boards with it).


Today I loaf and laugh about the straying winds,
About the mighty north-eastern coasts of these United States,
And give and receive, with equal hands, a toast to stately men.
The skilled woodsman, the iron-worker, carpenter, trim carpenter,