[ alone; stagnant water. ] – a poem by Stuart Crossley – All Poetry

https://allpoetry.com/poem/14830922–alone–stagnant-water.–by-Stuart-Crossley

With those of intelligence – a poem by Stuart Crossley – All Poetry

https://allpoetry.com/poem/14804374-With-those-of-intelligence–by-Stuart-Crossley?utm_source=email&utm_campaign=&utm_medium=cpc

I sat down with my heart…

I sat down with my heart,

a visual memory.

Yet, if one were to think about it further

are we not [factually] enslaved to our hearts?

I do not know…

I felt a presence, yet how can I know?

Words fail me;that which I do not know

A torn correspondence –

I do not know.

[If I were to be separated by a stanza]

If I were to be separated by a stanza, would the world care?

That which is aforementioned above is clearly a question brought forth by inexperience of life.

That is not an arrogant statement

Life

Simply

Is.

I expect this ending was foreseen. – a poem by Stuart Crossley – All Poetry

https://allpoetry.com/poem/14770270-I-expect-this-ending-was-foreseen.–by-Stuart-Crossley?utm_source=email&utm_campaign=&utm_medium=cpc

[ a mask cannot be lifted] – a poem by Stuart Crossley – All Poetry

https://allpoetry.com/poem/14751369–a-mask-cannot-be-lifted-by-Stuart-Crossley