His rose

The boy would stop to smell the rose When he grew tall enough to reach Abrading his nose upon a petal frayed While he suffocated on the redolence Rooted from his rafter for the dearest of life Suspended by its thorny vine, the hanger hung It was ever there, of his being a part, apartContinue reading “His rose”

The din

The unexpected presence of a new voice rose through his darkened din; it is crystalline and promising, frightening and unobtainable Wayward imagination will choose its usual ruse ere he’s disabused; one for which he unerringly falls, evidenced by his halls of fancied fallacies Is that simple gullibility or blind intractability? Is it desperate esperance orContinue reading “The din”

Morning flower

He rests the white flower in its waiting vase Vaugely smiling upon the brown, darkened soil Then sets the arrangement in its hallowed place And waters the morning garden, ever so loyal At once a thunderous storm begins brewing And sets to air an aroma that he could hug So lovely, he can’t help ‘foreContinue reading “Morning flower”

Tombstone garden

Imbroglio bedlam – madness wing, twin windows barred behind a wilting cinquefoil Twisted linen ropes escape each, abseiling to the tombstone garden where within the pistil presses Genuflect beneath sacrificial temples sullied by questions, reverent before silent halls unadorned by answers Guiding the supplicant hand of god to take a life, to free a lifeContinue reading “Tombstone garden”