How many summers,Drinking deep of sun and tea,Will I pass idly? The sweat on my brow,And beading on my cool glass,Call to mind - Summer! Children out at play,Their games, so loud, annoying,Maybe I'm jealous. Summer brings to mind,Nostalgia, heat, and softness,Like clever lovers. The futon is cool,The air is hot and sticky,When does Autumn … Continue reading midland idle summer
Tag: Closed Form
Poetry that follows pre-established formats and and patterns for lines, syllables, and rhymes.
Fallen
I wish wings anew,To fly once more in the sky,In glory again,Forgiven for my trespass,and the sin of a free will.
runner’s regret
I regret running,Trying to catch up to you,The me of the past.
valkyrie
Softly she sharpensSilver spears, shimmering suns,Stab slowly, sweetly,Selecting sworn suitor-slaves.Soon: selfless suicides.
central campus, 2010
Iron bells singing,Gently lilting perfume breeze,Students' deep discourse.I turn a page with the wind,The sun, my love, my warm light.
love sick
Misty eyes and thoughts,Eager chills, hot up the spine,Sleepless, anxious nights,I can't control my fool heart.I'm so fucking sick of love.
allergies
I sneeze and sniffle,But summer mornings this lovely,Are worth the trouble.
waiting
patience is virtue,'tis wholesome and attractive,we lovers waiting.but I! am not a soft doll,to simply wait, contented.
worthless words
Speaking of monstrous:Nothing is less than worthless,Than nothing at all.
in bed, again
I'm a little tired,Like sleep sapped away my soul,So back to it, then.
Discarded Recollections 