A Mess of Words

A Mess of Words Apr 2021

Larissa

Of all my regrets,
For Man is granted
Not a few;

Of all my regret:
My deepest wound,
My keenest loss,
Has settled there upon
You.

Life seems a cruel pleasure,
The likes of which
Naught can measure.

A Mess of Words Apr 2021

Blind

About the age of ten

My eyes ceded innocence

And have thus been

Blind ever since

A Mess of Words Mar 2021

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My heart strives

This wistful day;

For all these things

I long to say

Ought be said

Behind closed door,

And simply stay

With whom I adore.

A Mess of Words Mar 2021

Prayer

I have ears...

God!

Please let me hear.

This is not a poem, it is a plea.

A Mess of Words Mar 2021

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By her smile

She’s adorned in such a way

That silks and gems and

Polished gold

Have little left to say

A Mess of Words Feb 2021

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Hard is the day
To start,
When waking with
A heavy heart.

A Mess of Words Jan 2021

Memory

Winter woodsmoke:

Magic in its way;

For a deep breath

And I’m carried far away.