_“Consider me
As one who loved poetry
And persimmons”
–Shiki_
As one who loved
Poetry and persimmons
Pomegranates and prose
Who visited
Keats’ nightingale tree
And Freud’s couch
Who stayed
Long after winter storms
Struck spirit with lightning
Who traveled
Beyond starry dusted night
To speak with spirits
Who survived
The ***** and peril
Of the provokers pike
Who rose
Not from clichéd ash
But from papery embers
Who wrote
Down every word
On lined parchment
Who seduced
Your very soul to squander
Its sentiment on one
Who gave
Of himself
Everything
[Note: This poem was originally published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2015/10/27/consider-me/]
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
_“Consider me
As one who loved poetry
And persimmons”
–Shiki_
As one who loved
Poetry and persimmons
Pomegranates and prose
Who visited
Keats’ nightingale tree
And Freud’s couch
Who stayed
Long after winter storms
Struck spirit with lightning
Who traveled
Beyond starry dusted night
To speak with spirits
Who survived
The ***** and peril
Of the provokers pike
Who rose
Not from clichéd ash
But from papery embers
Who wrote
Down every word
On lined parchment
Who seduced
Your very soul to squander
Its sentiment on one
Who gave
Of himself
Everything
[Note: This poem was originally published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2015/10/27/consider-me/]
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