5/22/22

wren

Tantalus in a garden sculpted from laughter and light

A hesitant hand reaches out to trace the sunlit haze, to trace the dripping clouds,  to trace the lines on a butterfly’s wing

Wishes wilt on tall green stems

A golden sword ticks a lazy metronome murmur above my head, each measure a melancholy reverie

Cataloguing catacombs in a hasty scrawl as if to explain, as if to apologize, as if to say “I love you”

A rainstorm left forever unspent, thunder skipping over cracks in the sky

  • Author: wren (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2022 23:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Noah Malice

    your word-choice is sublime, i love the way it sounds just to say

    • wren

      Thank you 🙂

    • Noah Malice

      would you take a look at my recent submission and tell me what you think? i could show you the original for comparison if you want after



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