Poems written by David Ellsworth

Moods

Moods prose poem

Sit there, arms folded about your knees Sit there and sulk And still you are beautiful even when your mood Settles on your face like bad makeup Your glances dance with the fire of your anger And your tongue spews

Seasons

Seasons prose poem

When winter comes and skeletons of trees stand starkly upon the snow, I will think of you and your head on my lap before the fireplace . . . skating on the gaunt, deep pond where we made love on