The fog and shadow
#Commence under the sycamore tree,
As the story
Waits for me
To write it.
Pages turning,
Words burning.
A fictional freedom,
In the form of mythology.
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*original poem
#Poetry
unmarked graves
of a discarded midnight
sunrise upon her twisted
macabre psyche
she is the stillness
that spills shadows
she's a gilded filigree
among dark masses
weeping obsidian ink
of a haunted ballad!...
#Poetry
Vortex of charcoal tempest clouds
She stands on a floating walkway
of obsidian cracked asphalt
for autumn forests, just beyond her reach
they color the sky in burnt pumpkin,
goldenrod ochre and scarlet amber
she must dance with this season
cheek to cheek!...
#Poetry
Goddess of the azure twilight sea
upon an sapphire dolphin,
she crests the snow cap waves
for the tempest sky hears the drumming of her pulse
beneath silver moonlight
Nereid, poets her flowery actions
through her aquatic inkwell of coral!...
‘….
Comfort came against my will
And every story must grow old
Still I'll be a traveller
A gypsy's reins to face
But the road is wearier
With that fool found in your place
….’
(Ben Howard)
Black Flies - Ben Howard (Sierra Eagleson Cover) https://t.co/PycGhSYeDq via @YouTube
‘Same coat on the chair, same shoes by the door
I walk out but I don't know what for
Faces pass, all stitched the same
Smile wide, eyes with no name
I used to dream with my fists in the air
Now I barely breathe, barely care’
…
(Etta Mae Hartwell)
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