Wheatfield Bound

Poetry, Prose, and Other Writings by A. L. Schmidt

THANK GOODNESS WE ARE NOT LOVERS...

Thank goodness we are not lovers
Because this place is intoxicating
And I could lose myself easily in you.

1996

Labels: 1996, First Poems

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Poems

A Neruda Ode to a Blind Man's Dog

A Neruda Ode to Snow

A Simple Addiction

Adjusting To Frustration

And Now Things Come Full Circle

Beauty In This World

Blue Light and Bird Song

Boxes Are Secrets

Death My Lifelong Friend

Destiny Painting

Fragrant Flowers On My Table...

Gold And Treasures

I Am Content In Your Company...

I Know Everything But You

I See You Mystery Moon...

Like Clouds Around The World

Looking For La Sirena

Remind Me Of Strength Dear Tanne...

Saints In My Life

She Wins Again

Thank Goodness We Are Not Lovers...

The All Of One

The Burden of Bliss

The End

The Icon, The Interaction

There And Back

This Is My Life
This Swan Prince

This Year's Snow Brings Quickly...