Soil once disturbed now routed,
whetted appetite stirs,
winds see dark flag flutter,
sun rises waiting till a voice comes calling
Author: Ward
I’m the creator and operator of this little corner of the internets, writing on all things related to art and more specifically my experiences trying to figure this whole thing out. I guess I’m trying to figure out life, too, but mostly I just post about art here.
Labored
Labored rains cleanse not all
Water delves to rotted root
Healing e’ermore yester sins
Conjoin acceptance unconditional
Love labors long
Greened Priory
woods greened near priory
trots unheedingly past bountied bough
eyeing felled apple turned seed
lowers virgin so’ other Spring longingly
Bled Out
Septum cleaves cloudied smiles
Kisses break over drought winds
Prison to what must be, not what is
Words found left all but bled out
Soaked
Seattle rains fail to drown once sunned memories
apprehended before birth, these passed moments
linger on as slumbering ghosts haunting me
longing for chances now wilting on paths untaken
you come as my morrow, my marrow