There are some joys, still,Like dyed leaves drifting on wind,And a cat purring.
Tag: Closed Form
Poetry that follows pre-established formats and and patterns for lines, syllables, and rhymes.
Vindictive
I hope she's happy,In whatever hell she's in,Damnably cozy. One day he'll recall,That I went to hell and back,While he rots in place.
yours, mine
Finger-tracing names,On the small of your arched back,Our phantom tattoo.
my pen’s ink
My pen's ink runs dry,A sentence left unfinished,But that is fine too.
bird, captured
I might fly away,Catch the wind and simply soar,If not for this string.
maple leaves
Maple leaves mingle,With the hushed whispers of youth,Then falling, silent.
Graceful
Gracefully you fly,My dark hawk against pale sky,Never again to return. Broken wings will heal,Just as broken hearts will mend,Time is healer of all things.
midland autumn rains
Midland autumn rains,Morning mists growing colder,Summer passes on. Piano keys creak,Old hands struggle with placement,But still, it sounds good. Passing strangers smile,Lives meeting in the stairwell,Never again seen. The scarf on the hook,Made with love by an old 'friend',Still smells of perfume. The painter's wet cheeks,Just enough to thin old paint,Now, let's start again.
crack on the glass
The crack on the glass, Catch upon yearning lips, Blood mingles with tea.
autumnal breeze
Yellow leaves scatter, Red upon the chilled river, Smoky autumn winds. A whirling dervish, Splattered in colours of fall, Recall our old gods. Well-worn mountain paths, Glimmering like arteries, Bright with fallen leaves. Blue smoke drifts upward,While damp leaves of yellow-red,Fall upon my head. An autumnal breeze,Smelling like sweet potatoes,Ah, am I hungry?
Discarded Recollections 