planting tree day and
under fingernail clay
exhausted, sore and
i wish she was here
to massage the
heartache away
ever troll
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash ever too troll
lumbering through
knuckle rawbone
dragging the room
seeking to stone
the sunlit rooms
ever nothing troll
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ever troll
we are
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash we put on the happy mask
-- we are not happy
we put on the charm
-- we are no prince charming
we sell dreams in plastic
-- we are just hollow inside
hey sing me sad sad songs
and i'll remember my place
just send me a kiss when
you lay me down forehead
sweat in fever remember
recall...To like, click comments or:
we are
retreating
Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash retreating to my wood
i consider cutting all tethers
so to linger there foreverTo like, click comments or:
retreating
redemption
skindancing on the
edge of a knife
drawing clean lines
in the looking glass,
mapping a path to
redemptionTo like, click comments or:
redemption
tossing a rune — 22may25
raido tossing a blanket over
i go within to go without
crows calling over bleak expanse
while the narrows snake ruddy
over snow-covered fells
wind-exposed lichen & stoneAnother rune poem, where the rune is selected at random. Today’s rune is raido, which has a core meaning of “riding” or “journey”. Most often, it implies a journey by wain (cart) which further implies “wheel”, but also has been interpreted as travel on foot or by horse.
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tossing a rune — 22may25
outside
Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash irrelevance for all the trying
to stay within and not slip
between tall men and mists
outside the pales posted
at the edge of town
même ainsi,
pour l'étranger:
l'enfer, c'est les autres
watchmen fall silent
as shadowhands by
the light of the moon
reveal the monster withinTo like, click comments or:
outside
moon gazing
Photo by Alla Kemelmakher on Unsplash i have still not learned to
unexpect all the things
even the moon might
choose to hide shy
behind her pale veil
at least some of the times
impenetrable clouds
mar my view
i turn eyes from
skies to soil
to readjust anewTo like, click comments or:
moon gazing
slow break
Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash 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 selvesTo like, click comments or:
slow break
invisible i
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com invisible i
and they
could care less
that my skies
have gone out
laying there
atop those
hollow hills
all nightTo like, click comments or:
invisible i
