The likeness of snow-covered heaps on desert-searing nights Of a scathing wind that cursed a name and brought it By the crook of a deserted nest sunbathed by bare hands, Seducing a whistle to the primeval waters that shoehorn rocks Reflected with an awakening flutter within a cold room With lip of ice and loitering… Read More Mes mots dans ce rêve.
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Word count: 145 Warning: A lot of sadness Silence. Silence is golden, Silence is precious, Silence keeps me safe. My mind is a void, An overflowing, overthinking Boisterous void which comforts me, Consoles me, builds me up and Breaks me down, exploits my fears, Beats me within an inch…
Silence, It is memory. Leaf fallen, Midnight wind, west, I said, “I’m sorry.” © 2019 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Silence as the beating river in the ghoul of a northern wind, Silence as the beating river in the ghoul of a northern wind I kneel towards thin estuaries and darken the shawl with pearls I kneel towards thin estuaries and darken the shawl with pearls The northern river kneels, beating pearls, As the shawl… Read More A Northern Wind.
I drift further among away, Resting my eyes on plated silver dawn, Pangs of washed fatigue drench themselves to me As the gull and plumage become the taken folding life; There are those, some stammer visiting, Silence as a branch—extending its limbs; those trifle woody plants, But then I must turn again. You fear the… Read More I Drift Further Among Away (Of Myself).
“Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;” –Quotation from Sonnet 19 by William Shakespeare. Afore the affliction of past perfection,By all the mires and their intent,I’ve met so many long ago—profusion grinned,And as… Read More The Fall of Patois.