deepundergroundpoetry.com
the killing of a conifer
I listened to
my three feathered sisters
magpies muttering faint flakes
cosmogenic cosmonauts
it is not history
that haunts us
some can be defined
as road betwixt signs
fate, faith, destiny
we have to accept it
these inquisitions
did you hear these roaring blades?
when our severed head
served not upon a plate
fell solaced soulfully
we mourned saw dust
called for crow
our beloved has fallen
he remains as curled curved smoke
signaling us from chimneys
we scented our song
each cremation
we remember him
o apple of mine eyes
return as a page
read into me
copyrights © owned by Ri anne 2024
all rights reserved
my three feathered sisters
magpies muttering faint flakes
cosmogenic cosmonauts
it is not history
that haunts us
some can be defined
as road betwixt signs
fate, faith, destiny
we have to accept it
these inquisitions
did you hear these roaring blades?
when our severed head
served not upon a plate
fell solaced soulfully
we mourned saw dust
called for crow
our beloved has fallen
he remains as curled curved smoke
signaling us from chimneys
we scented our song
each cremation
we remember him
o apple of mine eyes
return as a page
read into me
copyrights © owned by Ri anne 2024
all rights reserved
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 2
comments 4
reads 100
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.