shiny. broken. shattered. particles that float from the above
glitters that don't rub off when you wash with the hardest soap
when the darkness lingers
it will be our haven
a merry land of freedom upon a courtyard painted white
breathe breaks into wisps of smoke before they hide into the air
traffic stops but footsteps hold
onto the ground that will slowly melt away
for today
a lingering snow
glitters that don't rub off when you wash with the hardest soap
when the darkness lingers
it will be our haven
a merry land of freedom upon a courtyard painted white
breathe breaks into wisps of smoke before they hide into the air
traffic stops but footsteps hold
onto the ground that will slowly melt away
for today
a lingering snow
4 comments:
hey moo;
your poetry is quite evocative, and somewhat dark at times, you okay? life in minnesota working for you or on you? I know it must be hard to be back in the middle of all that you left, but once it was all you knew, now, you get to know it again, differently, hope you are in good shape.
love you,
dad
so im lettin you know...the other is slovenian.
your poetry is... poetic.
much love.
masha is your evil friend.
sincerely,
your awesome/good friend.
chris is lying.
a lot.
and even more.
what a liar he is...
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