I drank from the cupof the flowing stream of verseand was thus poisonedwith the charms of what can bein one's imagination
Poisoned is the Chalice of Love – a villanelle
Stay your hand, touch not the silverpoisoned is this chalice of lovethat stains with death each drinkerBe unfazed, undazzled by the treasurea gleaming cup cursed from aboveStay your hand, touch not the silverPay no heed to temptation's whispersits promise of passion in every dropthat stains with death each drinkerThe price one pays for sweet pleasureisn't… Continue reading Poisoned is the Chalice of Love – a villanelle
Someday they'll turn to dust forgotten as though never written with the brief passion that is life itself'all sound and fury, signifying nothing'Pages consumed by the earthas the body will be, come slumberWill it then signify something, Will it then even matter?Will you then remember what I wrote?Letting the record of my soul play in… Continue reading Legacy
No peony am Ino refined graces have I to boast ofnor am I a rose,that coveted, is too proud to disarm herselfof her many swordsI am not the stoic lotusthat grows only amid earthy destructionfor I need love,lord knows I need love to growas sunshine from the purest of soulsnourishment in rays of gold...I am… Continue reading Wildflower
The Innocent Prisoner
He walked in kicked and beaten like a street mongrel,smelling of the gutter, bent and frail;sinned and shamed, he walked in for life -would he reveal his innocence? No, friendship is sanctified. The inmates lined up for the daily broth, men and women of every sort –the criminals, the murderers, the sufferers -casting vacant glares… Continue reading The Innocent Prisoner
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