The Poet's House

#dreams

  • The Cyclops

    by Michael Plante I plucked the eye of the cyclopsand swallowed it down with a cup of teastabbed the heart of darkness in the silence of the nightand brought home the demonsthat have far too long played with the mind.… Continue reading

  • The Church of Suffering and Conclusion

    by Michael Plante My suffering redefined my perception;once the pain had stoppedthe heart that longed for love and acceptancewas caressed by the hands of compassion.My tormented mind and body sense easement;tears of relief overcame my strife.The healing had begun. So… Continue reading

  • Butterfly Flew West

    by Michael Plante She was chasing the sunshine of her youthher fashionable colors and markings designed to hold unsuspecting eyescould draw the stoutest of men to danceand dance they did. “My curse is that I’m color-blind,” she said. Somewhere on… Continue reading

  • Nightmare Of A Different Perspective

    by Michael Plante I was impressionable;a young mind with a strong spiritdetermined and bull-headed.I was third born in a tribe of threesmall by statute, fragile,yet never one to back down from a fight. The hardest luck is bad luckyet it… Continue reading

  • The Howling Wake

    by Michael Plante I woke the howling wake to see where it would take medown upon the river’s edge where the moon rose on a night such as this.I spoke to the voices of the past that sat there silentwaiting… Continue reading