Poetry becomes
us when we swallow the whole...

hope gifts consciousness
a lightsabre to fight off...

Eons of subtle
Variations...

A cavernous emotion...

Driving up to another crossroads.
Always choices to be made, left ones...

I hear his poor heart break as blackbird sings,
As I read ev'ry line of crimson ink...

Each morning she awoke
Wanting this day, another day...

brothers
fought back to back...

o o o o o o
lady zephyr flew...

Damaged silky strands
rewoven day after day...

Life falls
Like a cold stone...

Murdered in blossom time -
yesterday I lived, now my hearts bleeds...