The late falling snow, Melts with the gentlest sigh, Like fond memories.
Author: Masa
Nothing of particular interest.
Amateur Novelist, Poet, and Semi-retired Traveler.
Cutting Ties
It’s an awful life cycle, Love, Strangers meet, like the only two people waking a dark, hollow world. Exulting in companionship, soft laughter does it’s work to tie their bodies closer together in conspiratorial intent, forming a fledgling friendship that shimmers into faint illumination, growing brighter brighter. That friendship which burns so brightly, white-hot in … Continue reading Cutting Ties
The Ghost Returns
A sharp intake of breath as it comes - the moment to which you practiced a myriad responses a hundred times in your head but was always unable to commit to - rears it’s beautiful head. The message flashes, “I miss you.” And so that chilled vice takes hold in your chest, squeezing out the … Continue reading The Ghost Returns
The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me
What had become of my friends in this city of memories, Who laid hands to my life and spun delicate reality: Where now goes the eloquence of that wordy smith by the sea? What of that cleverly motherly poet-visionary? My dear brother, and his lovely wife, a blossoming fairy? The venerable old leader's quest, manic … Continue reading The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me
A Reminder from a Crocus
An inconsequential thought often occurs to me, About the despair that proceeds the realization, That eventually comes to all of us, That we are, to be frank, but idle passing thoughts, Of a truly awful and grand cosmic procession, Whose fleeting lives can neither be confirmed nor denied, By anyone truly aware of the scope … Continue reading A Reminder from a Crocus
If friendship is a two way road
If friendship is a two way road, Then why can I never find my way back? Back to that place just a few miles ago, Return to where this road was first paved, Far from its dead-end.
Betwixt the Fallen Snow
There is odd comfort in our nature's regression, Sensing the veil of winter about to rush in, We abandon all our duties, get back to bed, Sharing warmth between us, playfully playing dead. But the genius that animates our bodies such, Turns chill to so much heat that it burns to the touch, So let … Continue reading Betwixt the Fallen Snow
A Desperate Action
I'm so desperate to claw back into your good graces, But that chasm between sin and forgiveness, The yawning pit of sleepless oblivion, Which swallows all good intentions, Drags me down to this vile idleness, Flensing away my weakest efforts, Until only bleeding hope remains, Nurturing the seed of despair. Maybe the resulting flower, will … Continue reading A Desperate Action
The Fox and the Maiden’s Daughter
There used to be stories about the silver foxes that lived in the forests near the Deep. The oldest of these folktales claim that they were once fairies, spirits who lived in the world between our own and the land of gods, and served as messengers, envoys, and heralds of fortune. Perhaps it is because … Continue reading The Fox and the Maiden’s Daughter
Rejected Strangeloop
What else is there to take from me, That you haven't already taken? There is nothing left of the man you knew, These fragile words are all that remain, Discarded thoughts and broken promises, Lingering like hoarfrost dreams, Whispering our last goodbye, For eternity.
Discarded Recollections 