Shouldered cold
bent deep in grims of collar
turns to maddened hash
of blustered sleet
the walk to wear
is work itself,
A solemn
adamantine morning, pleads
me to ignore the well of failing
human kindness,
by this hand I try
to see
predicaments of alder
whip lacuna from the
mindless face
that beauty
is but symmetry
thus ,crudely overrated
and then again
there's Winter Jasmine,
understated, famined stem
emblazoned with the gemstones
of its flower
now the winter sour, sweetens
cracks the lip a timid noise
pouring forth,
some golden ratio,
sulphur trill of banished voice
Feb 16, 2024
Feb 16, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
Shouldered cold
bent deep in grims of collar
turns to maddened hash
of blustered sleet
the walk to wear
is work itself,
A solemn
adamantine morning, pleads
me to ignore the well of failing
human kindness,
by this hand I try
to see
predicaments of alder
whip lacuna from the
mindless face
that beauty
is but symmetry
thus ,crudely overrated
and then again
there's Winter Jasmine,
understated, famined stem
emblazoned with the gemstones
of its flower
now the winter sour, sweetens
cracks the lip a timid noise
pouring forth,
some golden ratio,
sulphur trill of banished voice
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