Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2016
nowness
a green screen,
the imaged voice
in my head.

all is
but
what it is.

and when
spring comes,
wounded trees
bear a blossom
in their own blood.
1.1.2016
chimaera
Written by
chimaera
  777
       bones, ---, wordvango, prompty, --- and 47 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems