I try to be real underneath the private
I shed skins of transparency where most will hide it
And words they slip off my tongue like velvet
I gift him poetry instead of expensive carat

© Delia Ross. 2019

If you are tired of reading my micropoetry, feel free to read my 3 part epic tragedy I wrote a few years back (more like over a decade ago but who’s counting)… it’s titled MY SON and I feel is some of my greatest work (it’s super easy to use the little search box on my site but also, this year was the first time I released it publicly, it previously could only be found in my book)…