poetmimicanedamata (Remove filter)
...Even Then, We Are Happy...
First, from nothing scarce.
From the significance in first tormenting light after leaving the dark.
I wanted to mention how love saved certain severances...The blood and clay…soul molded and punctured body of constellations…
How we break free.
How my star falls tonight.
Into the root. Into the wind to feel the soil again. Like his hands wavering the beginnings of sun and s...
Thursday 18th July 2019 6:52 pm
...Die And Live With Me...
Dark birds hover around the wounds of the mystic. They are thirsty.
I am forrayed emitting light. Swashbuckling my shadow. Descending. Invisible ethereal mist...
The fog attributed to the charm of strangers. Colors harbor the noisy cloud of confessionals.
I feel the foam of ruins. Mirrors with cracked edges. Silhouettes...
Doors sunken within eyes. Sunny shoveled graves. Hollowed out e...
Monday 1st July 2019 11:11 pm
...We Are Us Jose...
I want to confess that the last minute is the bell tapered within his hands.
That single gesture of ominous struggle to wring out hazards and corridors. Rusted knobs like knuckles.
Eyelash fringe of frosted root. Cold clemency. Integrous beasts. We are jailed flutter. Inside. Within…
We free one another together.
I search for the maze of divine intervention and wings.
He i...
Monday 1st July 2019 10:30 pm
...This Is Man...
They frame me in the milestones. Something like an unkempt garden. I am half naked in blizzards of truth. Temperamental hands unclothe me...
Uprooted.
Because you love me whispers from adversaries blow at our threads. The nature of their beasts forget the importance of their Mothers...Of women. Umbilical iridescence floats away. Kites like thoughts lose strings...
I promise...
Monday 1st July 2019 10:24 pm
...This Evening And So Forth...
You enter me like birds with a sonar song to strong to blur.
Your melancholy cage full of soul suffices flew free with fragmented flair to detect.
This flock of ink does not fizzle the fire that singes the feather that the masses may mock.
You are the gusto of tragedy; the one that falls with me into the sea salt stench of waves.
On fire, what anchors me in ruins within the spume of sw...
Monday 14th January 2019 12:45 am
Recent Comments
John Coopey on HERE'S TO THE GREENERY
3 hours ago
John Coopey on Sister Doughty
3 hours ago
TOM MERTON on Oates; Antarctic Terra Nova expedition team member 1910-1912
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Remembrance? Forget It!
5 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on Close Escape
5 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Through The Storm
6 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb [song version]
7 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb [song version]
7 hours ago
Pragya Pal on What’s Up?
9 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on 'Great poetry endures': national newspaper editorial praises eco-anthology
10 hours ago