my slow break echoes
through and through
an empty world
timber splintered decay
how long the weary
before even weary
must fall down?
pale songs cut
our rebel selves
Category: poetry
slow break
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and they
could care less
that my skies
have gone out
laying there
atop those
hollow hills
all nightthe myths ourselves
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of ourselves, those
pretty things untrue
a longing for silence
in this sodden head
to rest, buried deep
& loam embraced
drifting throughwildwood dreaming
empty halls
Photo by Nicole Elliott on Unsplash i wraith empty halls
where you cannot
see me even if
i tried
outside, a mournful owl
rages at the moon
his love lost
to this endless seabetweening
antlers stand silent
Photo by Tengis Galamez on Unsplash my hands carry scenes
from a different winter
stiff with memories
yet to come
blood crust blades the snow
windswept carved the land
why only the never?
antlers stand silent of stonemaple seeds
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i remain clueless
watching maple seeds
helicopter from
sky to grass
wondering if,
like unspoken words,
they have any
intentall grey the ravens
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dancing barefoot
spinning & yearning
for a dark angel dreaming
with that mark of moth
bare shoulder worn
just to see her smile
all grey the ravens
under the trysting moon
