#whither
Shady Pines thrive where
We abandon our elders
To wait to whither
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
The flowers
have been
dying
ever since
I picked them
for you.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
Laugh at me.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXIV)
Soft blue skies put erst naked trees and thence
These yellowed lawns since dead, as if to scale,
In April's gentler light, though snow detail
The southern regions in that cold white sense
Of frozen Death, eaves dripping in suspense
While ice shrinks 'fore that ghostly breath's exhale
We once thought was Favonious', to avail
Hearts fainting on the threshold of sheer whence.
I canna think, although I sorr'ly do,
This world of mine a mess I wade through fer
So long now I've forgotten what it was as twere
To breathe. Take notes of what we cherished to
Effect back when all half made sense, in poor
Scuse blind is't, LORD? whilst crying sans voice to You.
21Feb19b
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
and just like that,
all the petals
of the flower
you once gave me
withered.
although
my vase still has
the stem,
it serves no
purpose anymore.
like any other
useless thing,
i’ve decided
to throw you away.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC