The silver
For timbre not vice
The pale
For tears and not screams
The black
Forever and ever
Tag Archives: Poetry
lean to
Would a magic verse appear
In a wild vision clear
Houdini I draw you near
Reveal I plead the times once more
Will I turn at the corner floor
To silhouetteless battened door
over there
Courtesy
To tired thoughts
Was for earlier
It is close enough to dawn
I would wake you damnit
From your slumber song
From your flannel dreams
Зинаида
For the time
I held you in esteem
Woman
The empire shone
The Jewel in the East
None war
None pain
Ukraine
heal thyself (19)
What never started
Is over
Because it had to
Be
Be
Being
Am
Is
I leave
This
At
That
heal thyself (18)
As with the look in need
The reaching out
And switching off
The bedside light
A calming tell-tale moment
Came
Quietly
Thankfully
For a fleeting flash
That noise
Was graciously
Over
heal thyself (17)
No one
And their apology is coming
To hold my heart
To stroke my hair
How the twisting
The imprinting
With the counterfeit
Occurred I don’t know
I need you
Sleeptalker
Tell me
Why tell me
verity
There’s a grittiness first
A glassiness next
And the thought of its haunting doesn’t deterThe almost too-sweet
Yet the never-enough
Residue on the fingers proves there is more to come
heal thyself (16)
A matter of time
A granted taken away
Will eventually provoke
Your feathers
A heart that would
Do as yours wouldn’t
Is made
And cover blown
Swim away you will
Pursuer
Or crack you Stubbornest
Shred my heart in the square
heal thyself (15)
When in flight I notice
The actual
White-winged clouds
I’ll ask nothing of them
On the day
That hopes
For my quiet well-wishing
(I feel its onset)
Look
See
I am human and grant it now
I wish you peace
