I fancied the thought,Of illusions and grandeur,I, my own master.It seems that nature responds,By shattering that old dream.
Tag: Closed Form
Poetry that follows pre-established formats and and patterns for lines, syllables, and rhymes.
I exult the friend
I exult the friend,Who sullies their own honor,In the name of love.There is something beautiful,About dying a villain.
My pen grows heavy
My pen grows heavy,Even words I write for you,Pulls me into the darkness. Sleep awhile, my love,Dream of distant fantasies,A place to finally rest.
Pale white rivulets
Pale white rivulets,Across serene sky so blue,Like tears from afar.
Life Slips Away
When I close my eyes,I feel life slipping away,Like tobacco smoke,Or as blood carried away,By a gentle winter stream.
Betwixt the Forms
They pull at me so, One whispering fantasy, The story's glory, While poetry, my sweet love,Promises me fortune's kiss.
These drowned little towns
These drowned little towns,Abandoned with care and love,Reclaimed by the sea.
After the rainfall
After the rainfall,The damp heat rises, stronger,It's so freaking hot.
A small desk fan dies
A small desk fan dies,In the stillness that follows,The summer heat laughs.
The winds of summer
The winds of summer,Laden with humidity,Steals away my breath.
Discarded Recollections 