Tag poetry

A Thirst Quenched

The thirst, the endless, desiccated thirstThe pain of the heart, arid and unquenched, not beatingVoid of that camaraderie that it requiresThe loneliness that fills the void is like air within a canyonIt is space filled but without substanceThe depth of…

Lynn, Lynn, the city of sin…

There is a poem that I heard when I first moved to Swampscott (on the north side of Lynn, Massachusetts). I never heard the full poem until today, so I thought it would be fun to share it. There are…