However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.

It is always pleasant to learn that someone takes an interest in a work which one enjoyed writing

However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.

A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water.

The aim of the poet, or other artist, is first to make something; and it's impossible to make something out of words and not communicate

Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December.

I wish i could press snowflakes in a book like flowers.