I write poetry. Inspired by the undefined spaces where words take their chances.
jitter of weak knees distant pleas heard unanswered the whirring draws near
By Pixel Floyd5 months ago in Poets
It came by way of oxbow and pine. Along the frost and snowy conifer. By yoke and plow in the nick of time. ⁂ A child leans to glean a sleigh bell’s chime,
we fan one tiny ember from all that remains of love's unbridled fire to stir to flame the cinder of dying desire
Awake to sconce light Cold raven walls closing in Duct tape keeps you stuck
Footsteps in echo stop when you stop to listen closer and closer
My moon, my moon I write to you by senseless night in the darkness of my requite scanning the dark for a trace of your remain
Our house is Hades, where the dead wade in; We sit for stale communion, sour with doubt; Drink hollow wine, a vinegar of sin;
a door's vacant breeze brushing along a bare nape warm with foggy breath
into the woods where the evergreens burn orange a northern wind chills
Amber curl of fire a gentle sweep of fingers a cold sun soaked flame *Title photo by Breno Cardoso from Pexels
Bathed in yellow tannins, a bale of watchful terrapins fell like dominos. From the river's mouth a legless plug of prowess
Grey lady lingers Betwixt the long gallery The moon grins sideways
By Pixel Floyd6 months ago in Poets
