My take on a sestina.
Silky threads and quilted dreams run wild through the streets,
We never learned enough to keep the wilted growing weak.
When I could see, I lived in gossamer seeds
That grew and grew until we reached out to our catastrophe.
Now that faded memory is glowing in the dark,
Coming back to swirl amongst the nightingales and larks. Continue reading “My Everlasting Summer”
Round and round
we spin around,
where to stop,
we fall to the ground.
Thump, thump, thump. Continue reading “Child’s Play”
Author’s note: The final poem in the Language of Flowers series
Picking at the petals of an asphodel in bloom,
Playing in the shallows of a life still full of lights.
Lying came too soon
To make me see the right.
Words eclipsed the moon
When the boy and the man escaped into the night. Continue reading “Red Carnation’s Crying”
Author’s note: Another in the Language of Flowers series.
I walk these empty halls
Like a shadow from a crack.
I knew that we were done
The moment the last rose turned black. Continue reading “The Black Rose March”
Author’s note: Another in the Language of Flowers series.
I did not think of him
When we stole away the night.
I did not think at all
When I begged for you to take a bite. Continue reading “Coriander Sins”
Author’s note: A poem I wrote in a series entitled The Language of Flowers.
I died a hundred times for you
But my love, he never knew
And so I’ll die just once more
To see if life’s worth living for. Continue reading “The Eglantine Rose’s Lament”
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