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 Jan 2017 everlasting cherry
ryn
He doesn't see past the horizon of his life
He doesn't indulge in the myth of the hereafter
He doesn't believe he is worthy of such a notion
He doesn't make it a habit to put pen to paper

But with her...

He envisions the future like he's lived it before
He sings of his plans that span several lifetimes
He romanticises his thoughts as soon as they're conceived
He converses in paintings and writes only in rhymes
You dance around you
Fire rings
Until the light comes
Seeping in
After midnight

Your hearts on fire
It quakes the very
Core of men
This stronger will
To pursue the
Earth beneath me
And dig all my bones
Up again

Just to leave me
In piles of ashes
Carried off by
The coffins
Where they
Lay inside

No longer in
My room
No longer in
My life

The coffee sip
At 3am
Is just another
Punishment
They say so
But I kind of
Like it

Take me my soul
I'm Bleeding in
Take me my soul
Bring me home
Again
Take me my soul
I'm Bleeding In
Take me my soul
Make me KNOWN again

Sparkling drops
Run down my face
Reaching the floor
Burning holes until
title ends
i.

impressionist,
where the grey
clouds and the blue
ice of winter
gather their ghosts,

winter, too cold,
too white, the
woodland hollows
dent,
summer love

discarded in
the frost,

the sky oaken,
the moon’s forget-me-knots
silvery dream.

ii.

clouds like wintery steel,
sunken, in a night pool,
the golds of my heart,

the lodestar gathers
moss and rook,
glimmers in a sky
of woven cloth,
her leaves, the trees
of winter,
her leaves, the dark
breath of the storm.


iii.

winter and quiet stars
brooding emperor
sleeping in the twilight
hour,
winter dreams of
strange ice caverns
where ice ghosts
dance with twisting
hair.

iv.

pond of ice,
snow bear,
snow dream,

sleep unwraps

wide avenues of
trees,

sleep, the dark girl,
the falling tide.

v.

twig breaks under foot,
earth’s thrones
settle in the lizardy light

the moon rises in the sky,
soft centuries of sky.
i should add that this is waterlilies in winter the original poem was autumn inspired. i'd like to do spring and summer at some point as well!
 Jan 2017 everlasting cherry
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Everything changes
But my love for you remains
You are my constant
the stars
unravel
ink-ribbons,
the wind’s
ghost gusts,
fragile as
a spinning leaf,
tremble,
throw their voices
like ventriloquists
into the loomy dark.
happy new year to everyone, hope you all had great holidays over Christmas and the new year. i've been in surrey staying with family and friends. love to you all!
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