Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Tempest Brew- Three Poems


end

this is the end
the trumpet said
and so we gathered
but nothing happened
and went away
empty
and went away
sad
beliefs smashed.

child king

he's in charge
and rattles his toy
while we wait
for the sentencing.

release

we are intent
and poised
and wait and wrestle
and rustle
and soon enough
find our release
in each other.
 
 

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