Spring poem
silent learnings
precious stones
a n d
wondrous
r e m e d i e s
The sound of sobriety
and the smell
of
t i m e l e s s
deaths
Insinuations
fake propriety
full-on minimalism
u n m a d e
b e d
spring remedies
Tag: reality
ink rain weather
Walking barefoot
on fresh grass
rain keeps
smearing
this old
draft
/ Faint
reflections
o f
o u r
d a m p
r e a l i t y /
Dizzy letters
all get
blurred
eerie story—
last line
slurred
/ D r i z z l i n g lines
in ink rain
weather /
Books all
tattered,
O, too frail!
this ink
watered down—
too pale
All these stories
drowning, bold;
fading lines
on torn page
drawn
/ Faint
reflections
o f
o u r
d a m p
r e a l i t y /
(Were they
really any
good, though?
I wonder
now—
too late)
/ D r i z z l i n g lines
in ink rain
weather /
literary glimpses
those true identities w e c a m e t o i n h a b i t yet only lived i n l i t e r a r y w o r l d s unwritten stories of our t r u e d e s i r e s in rhyme embellished nice pace, s w i f t w o r d s identity- empty f i c t i o n a l , i m a g i n e d lyrically beautiful, ghostly, s a v a g e d , f o r c e d those true identities w e c a m e t o i n h a b i t yet only glimpsed through d a r k t h i c k s m o k e
nightsong (published)
i lightly caress the tip of that mike As if I was about to sing your yet unwritten silent s o l o instrument naked— my voice about to tickle Your well-versed skin and enticingly bite on your unsuspecting earlobe A mascara tear drops and blurs the mirrored image of our i m a g i n e d coexistence the one that will never be read aloud— same as my solo will never ever get sung it was your one and only a capella kiss yet that night you chose not to l i s t e n to my naked notes that bleeding nightsong
LannaZee 