Photo: ‘Burning Sage’ by Sherri Wear https://www.flickr.com/photos/60438408@N08/ Flow Through Begin Again This rancid blood needs renewal A hum of chance A tune of winds Sit Still Bring out the flask Terror Eyes terrorize Terra’s sighs Tear the I’s Bare the lies Wheel yourself down the corridor A floor or two to Flora’s tomb A dash […]
A poem when you got it bad. And lost it even worse. Featuring iambic tetrameter
A poem based on a folkloric Spanish song about a bull that fell in love with the moon.
ou choose gray over blue, why do you then paint every picture with my shade? If you’ve only bathed in shallow waters, why do you mock the depth of the ocean?
Still, your sweet eyes swell with salty seeds of shame.
I am a ghost in the city. A full-measure soul, with a secret pact. I see everyone, and hear their thoughts, protect their right to think them.
Reach within my heart and rip apart the fibers.
Until your cold fingers grasp a piece of truth.
Hey, You. Out there in your head, Getting lonely in your stead. Can you hear me? Hey, you. Against the quiet room, Writing stories as you brood. Can you fell me? Hey, You! Get out of your Head and take Flight! The fire within… It’s yours to ignite. ~S.O.F.
The stillness of her soul follows me, brings with it a newfound religion.
You are my HIV, my perfect disease.
My eventual downfall, the perpetual hum that slowly diffuses sweet poison into every scene we star in.