Today I post a poem. I haven’t shared any of my poetry to date, as it is usually on the more personal side of my life. But my friend’s sage advice, that to be a writer one must share her work, rings very loud in my head. Here goes! I would love to hear some feedback.
REFUGE
A November
moon above
My world
you enter
We exchange
our details
We share
common threads
Woven
between us
Feels as if I have
known you
before
my life
fell apart at her seams
I tell you I cry
you listen
I long to let go
you hear
You speak of your life
I open my heart
Your confusion
I see
We both know
Time has passed
March Ides upon us
Tis I
now confused
What to call
our coupling
Love?
Past ghosts
won’t allow me
such whim
If not love
what holds us
here and now
I wonder
I ask
You lay a warm hand
on my shoulder
You pull me in
Refuge
you say
My dear
I sleep soundly
under your arm
jennigetsit 
It’s interesting how you give life the possessive adjective ‘her’. Do you see it as female? I love the lack of punctuation in this poem, and you’ve used enjambment perfectly! Anybody can write poetry, but to write a poem so poignant, complex and yet uniquely free as this takes a lot of talent. You’ve captured everything that, I believe, a poem should be. Post some more, please!
Jennifer
I think your friend is wise, and I think your poem is beautiful.
Beth
He is wise and I am all the wiser from having him come into my life, a blessing in wolf’s clothing. Life is odd! i have another soon to follow!
Jenni