The Beckoning Poetry Post Page

Poetry by Christopher Michael Collins

Added 24 November 2003

This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!

This poem is by Christopher Michael Collins

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felt beneath this winter wasteland
strange tide that draws them in

dangerous emotions
blown in by the breath

of this cold season's wind

Why Father do I feel this way
she asks but not aloud

curiously empty
thirst for tender touch
haunts the winter child