Remember me in this laurel crown wrapped in gold and roses painted red a fitting piece to match my black gown that I'll wear when I'm finally dead.
Tag: national poetry month
April 26 : Last Days
Dwelling on goodbye-- a firm farewell to the mid section of the last decade of my Youth. Tomorrow brings a solid footstep toward the next chapter in my book. I wake up 28, which sounds so serious, and possibly erroneous, because just yesterday wasn't I only 21? Twenty one on the cusp of full adulthood, fresh … Continue reading April 26 : Last Days
April 25 : Perfect Date
A clean, springtime day. All you need-- a light jacket. Shh... this is cheating.
April 23 : Looking Ahead
The week ahead-- full. Nights spent drunk with love and light. Wrapped in velvet and whiskey. My birthday is soon. Four days left till twenty eight. I put on my crown.
April 22 : Earth
Little blue dot, so small and pale. A freckle on the shoulder of the Universe. Soil, handfuls of dirt so dark and damp. Six foot blanket of Goodbye. Mother, life-bringer and nurturer. She wears no crown but she is Queen.
Typewriter Moon 