Three times around, the circle must grow, With long-lost keys, and garlic cloves, Mounds autumnal: willow leaves, Scented oil, poured to please, On dark, foreign stones, And much-loved bones - gone too soon. Solace, Grief?
Tag: Freeform
Poetry that does not follow conventional patterns and formats.
Pitiable Mantra
Measured between heartbeats,A pitiable mantra:"I tried."
Snowball
Dissipating,Like a snowball in the ocean,Memories of.
Lunar Sky
Ephemeral lunar sky,Myriad mirror shards,Distant and cold,Yet broken things,Lost in listless voids,Always tend to find one another.
Reduce/Simply
Two hands,And what remainsOf my beating heart.All to make poetry,For you,Girl Who Forgot.
Legacies
Her pale hand is small,grasping at the standard of our fathers,tattered rags of vainglorious violence,milky sheets hide crimson courses,slender muscles locked in battle withdeath.
Lemosyne Dreams
Dream a little please,Fantasies attuned,Thoughtless gray fancies,While the world passes you,By the Lethe we left behind.
i cling
I cling to a yesterday,So far in the past,That it makes me wonder,If it ever saw the light of day.
Instagram Posts
Something about loving you,Makes me hate something about myself,And how I wish this didn't sound likeA teenager's Instagram post.
Awake
I do not think about it,Awake as I am,I am a wake,A vigil over sleep,My vigilant sleeplessness.
Discarded Recollections 