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Tag: Poetry
Honey Water – A Haiku
honey water flows trickling sweet nectar and musk peak and valley meld
Measuring Up
your blood rushes magmatic vascular filaments ignited ‘neath less than two millimeters of flesh – confidence betrays you eyes lowered a subtle act of humility submission – so close you can smell it taste it flit it with an eager tongue – rigid protrusion of inadequacy prodding your flaccid ego penetrating your self-image sowing fertile…
Tarnished – A Haiku
silver in her eyes quickened in the winter years tarnished before spring
Scribbling Autumn
pen of time scribbling autumn dripping ink shaded charcoal upon the page – embraced in black all color eroded swallowed in its muted gaze monochromed silenced – hush the whir of vehicles ambience inhale the smoke of moonless nights – the last word written upon the page blending lost within a stained season
Curious Final Thoughts
plummeting from the cliff at daybreak i see myself reflected in the shallow pool that breaks my fall – the rocks appear rather jagged from this height proliferating many a ponderous wicked thought as to whether i will feel their innumerable barbed teeth sink into my plushy flesh – my slow descent allows for a…
Tumbleweed Trash
gazing out third story windows dancing in moonlight drinking – children hanging from streetlamps swaying – wind gusts passing through back alleys – tumbleweed trash
New Fields
we set off – fearless travelers in tireless pursuit aware of the perils lurking on the periphery – baren satchel bereft of utility endowed with promise – handful of possibility a crumb of opportunity – making camp where others fear to tread lightly into the fangs and furnace lit to bar our path – coated…
Song of a Dwarven Bard
the dour witches douse their hair in burgund’ wine of vine so sweet in oaken casks of forest fair feet brushed in earthen moss of peat – bewitching verse beyond the light a fiendish curse upon their heads sharp cackles rise and bring with fright such horrid fancies rife with dread – in dead of…
Til I Get it Right
not that anyone asked but i feel like a hack – sometimes bursts of inspiration come an overwhelming onslaught catching me off guard knocking me off my feet tossing me into a free fall whilst i careen headlong into a stone wall lined in razor sharp disappointment – i was watching youtube while contemplating this…
Piecework Prose 