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A Timeless Patina

“Death twitches my ear; ‘Live,’ he says…  ‘I’m coming.”  ― Virgil Plucking taut strings with a horsehair bowthe air fills with a deep woody melody heardwith nimble fingers upon a slender throat each ethereal song more beautiful as wood ages painted in a timeless patina of bronze… Continue Reading “A Timeless Patina”

Raven and Moon

“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”  ― E.E. Cummings Black raven whispered to waning moon I miss your face when you’re goneI spend darkest nights longing for you to paint blue cobalt nightwith… Continue Reading “Raven and Moon”

White Hot Blue

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”  ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets My brothers call me Sam, I’m the only girl in a swollen sea of musk scented testosterone Raised in a house full of grimy blacksmithsStriking… Continue Reading “White Hot Blue”

On a Wing and a Prayer

Dancing on a tightrope of dreams and realityTap, tap, tapping on a thin graphite beamWhere everything and nothing is as it seems Blinded by wispy veils of silken hair Swirling in a stubborn stormy breezeWearing old hurts and deep painful scarsCrying with remorse for… Continue Reading “On a Wing and a Prayer”

Sinless

Scarlet letters emblazoned on her skin carried on opium winds of righteousness forsaking all moral fortitude Blinded by an azure grey- smoke sky religious zealots are always the first to throw black stones into her eyes yet who among them are sinless? With restless grace she remains detached unwilling to… Continue Reading “Sinless”

Is This How It Ends?

“Life moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.”  ― Paulo Coelho Is this how it ends- This ripping away of wings leaving naught but two scrawny plumes and no way to soar?  Alone in the desert, left; a forgotten soulthrown… Continue Reading “Is This How It Ends?”

The Piano

Melodies no longer escape from ivory and ebony keys drifting out an open window on a summer breeze what once was alive in the garden now dying and grey, for when the music stopped life withered away Now there’s only traces of happier spring daysan intrepid red… Continue Reading “The Piano”

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