I feel, all too often, like a caveman,
working with my limited palette and vision
to describe emotions deep, complex, subtle
Trying to describe
About this poem
I write a lot of love poems. There’s a reason for that. Not just because I am delighted with the woman I love, but because I am continually frustrated at being a wordsmith who never quite finds the right words.
The photograph is from some graffiti way back in the woods along the James River in Richmond, Va.