#poetscorner
let me stay,
dancing like fae amongst flowers
lost to the breeze
and summer sun-showers
the other day i was looking out the window
i saw the shadow of a purple leaf tree
that tree’s been gone for years, i know
and i wonder, was that a ghost or memory?
terrible and cold and true
nights tell true time. when leaves turn a slow cascade into fire colours you might think autumn’s here— the air is sticky honey but surely leaves don’t lie.
it is a lie, of course. you will know this upon walking home scarf draped over your arm when somehow the light lingers until your shadow marks the door.
you will wait until when walking under halfgone canopies the sky is no longer blue— night, truth-teller, has decided to lie no more
while you clutch your warmth tighter you are left cold truth as well in the pit of you.
-written for the @writerscreed challenge ‘false dawn of autumn’; I had loads of fun getting into the swing of writing again.
Measure my dreams in grains of sand
A thousand nothing more than
The worth of a single pebble—
In the belly of a ravenous koi
The night is illuminated
By the blue light
Of my computer screen
Blazing into my brain
Wrenching out my fears
Grown hot in the dark
My hair is still damp,
The shampoo smell
Sinking into warm fabrics
Joining the evidence
Of other late nights—
Quiet nights—
By weakly typed poetry
My fingers feel old
Tired and worn
—And by four o’clock,
They await certain doom
Why must I always
feel like I am dying
The rusted cogs
Ceasing to breathe—
My conviction
Grinding to a halt?
Madness eats
My crime is life
A reflection
Mirrored
In bloody sheen
It’s all too sterile,
All too white gray
The marked path
Traveled by droves
of certain men
Without value
I continue on
Diminished by
My still-beating heart
For on the rooftop
There is a weed
Damned be its growth
In direct path
Of an unforgiving sun
Warmth emanates from
the singular chimney
Housed within the heart
Of a drafty mansion
It’s where the deer go
To lie upon rickety floorboard
As sparrows acquaint themselves
With the abandoned rocking chair
Preening their worries away
Serenity melded with serendipity
The course of the universe
Ivy stretching over bricks
Decomposition of matter
And the soul
How I would love to lay in a flower field
The waving grasses cradling my form
As cold spring air gushes over the hill
Kissed by a lenient sun
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