An old box of notes,Our loving correspondence,Yellowed with neglect,The words now illegible,Yet your perfume clings to them.
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Black Lake
Black lake, dark as night,Glimmering with nothingness,Drifting clouds reveal(In this shy embrace, broken),A moon close enough to touch.
The pen hovers still
The pen hovers still,Frozen like midwinter thoughts.While ink slowly dries. How did I write, then,In those days before you came,Bringing me such joy?Now that you are gone from me,My shattered art weeps such words. Joy taught me the skills,That gives life to hollow thought,Arranged in sad forms.
Premonition 2022
The new dream this year,Scattered like the morning mist,With my first stirring,Leaving behind false feelings,Like bloodstains left by kisses.
Your song takes my soul
Your song takes my soul,Once heavy, now light and free,Like a fairy bloom,How transient our lives are,How meaningless our turmoil.
Obsession Forgiven
I think that I am,An obsession forgiven,Given for my pride,Proud that I was once yourself,Your self freed from what I am.
A Yellow Bloom
My summer garden,Wilts beneath the joyless sun,Yet a yellow bloom,Finds a way of blossoming,A cool grace in hateful heat.
I suffer illness / is my death enough
I suffer illness,A static deep in the mind,That I wish killed me.Instead, it forces me toRecall my lost love for you. No exorcism,Will rid me of this demon,Who haunts my last breath,For at the end of all things,It means that you loved me once. Is my death enough,To rid myself of your gift:This knife that … Continue reading I suffer illness / is my death enough
True Necromancy
True Necromancy,Is the greatest skill I teach,For dead speak softly,And were it not for these books,Their wisdom be lost to us. I think my students,Would think these lessons worthy,If only they knew,Our daily poetry books,Were really something magic.
Once a Magician
I fancied the thought,Of illusions and grandeur,I, my own master.It seems that nature responds,By shattering that old dream.
Discarded Recollections 