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Om
I do not weep
For things I have not seen
Temporary warm winds of October
Crows preaching silence
Two bored nymphs
Remembering
Disfigured seasons
Shadows
as long as sun-
Flower
One thought, one symbol.
*
*
*
Outside
The rain beat
Ten-thousand lashes
Against confessional screens
Washing chalk tattoo from grin to grief
Shrunk beneath rainbow leaves
A mausoleum of regrets
Fettered dust
Fading in solitary crib
The heart in lust.
*
*
*
I dug
Through the soft earth
Soaked in dark maple
An architecture of cluttered bones
Mismatched loins
Revealing dark seed
Bleeding
Rust in doom
Lain still before virginal snow
A tangled taste of
Bittersweet.
*
*
*
I looked away
Holding shards of the night
In my hands
Tomorrow
Perhaps.
Published 16th Oct 2019
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17th Oct 2019 00:00am
Your work is always so mesmerizing Layla...the depth of this amazing ink is endless.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
17th Oct 2019 00:04am
its good
hurry home
to say
OM OM OM
7 TIMES
BUT by the way good metaphorical poetry
shards
hurry home
to say
OM OM OM
7 TIMES
BUT by the way good metaphorical poetry
shards
17th Oct 2019 1:49am
17th Oct 2019 1:59am
17th Oct 2019 11:06am
This hit me hard, I am always taken back by your poems. Simply fantastic. The third stanza stood out to me most of all, the imagery is impeccable, my friend.
17th Oct 2019 6:38pm
The power of your words, Layla, continues always to spark new thinking. Excellent.
