Cinquain on Love: Touch
by Monty Gilmer
(A found poem. The final two sentences
are a German proverb.)
” . . . the slow
braille touch of him . . . “
Anne Sexton wrote. Love is
blinding. That is why lovers like
to touch.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: There’ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame:
- Glory Of Women by Siegfried Sassoon
- Snarleyow by Rudyard Kipling
- Without exile, who am I? by Mahmoud Darwish
- And Then It Rained by Pamela Griffiths
- The Beäten Path by William Barnes
- Наум Коржавин – Неужели птицы пели
- Жан де Лафонтен – Врачи
- The Lads in Their Hundreds poem – A. E. Housman
- We Are To Play The Game Of Death by Rabindranath Tagore
- Snake Pit by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- In a Vale by Robert Frost
- Surf Song
- Юлия Друнина – Страна Юность
- “By Moscow Self-Devoted To A Blaze” by William Wordsworth
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
