Fame’s temporary
Brush,
Fallen fumes,
A disappearing
Fate.
Ground through,
Exposed in the
Hard light,
Laid to rest
In mortal
Memorium.
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Author: adiamondtoremember
The Living Word
The living word,
Flown to souls
Replete,
Vines’ late
Maturation,
Unveiled.
Pain released,
Skies alight,
Reign of
The Mighty
Crux
Showered down,
The illuminated
Earth
Spun
To blessed wisdom.
“A Thing of Beauty” Publication
My poem “A Thing of Beauty” is being published in the Z Publishing House “Best Emerging Poet’s 2019 Series.”
Lucid
Lucid embers,
Grains of
Recollections
Thrown to the
Sky.
Shuddering flames,
Danced in wild
Abandon,
Flows of
Wonderment.
Crucified by the
Spitting ash,
Pyre piled in
Phosphorescent
Night.
Train of
Dreams,
The end….
What Used To Be
What used to be,
Mirrors turned on
Browned grass.
Beauty unraveled,
The stinging thorn
Exposed to bleaching
Sun.
Futile empire,
Fallen sunrise.
Draped upon
A waxing crescent,
Nocturne the
Paint she
Colors with
In quiet desolation.
The Lonely Gatherer
The lonely
Gatherer,
Reaped of
Nothing.
Formulaic world,
A looking glass
Turned over.
Followed yet
Feared,
Path going on
Into gray
Dusk.
Elusive witch,
Shaped of her
Own accord,
Mirrored by none.
Obscurity
The last
Dew,
A murky
Picture.
Obscurity
In all things,
Shoved to the
End
Of the line.
Painted out of
Proportion,
Filmed in
Short sections.
Bloomed late,
Carted away
From
Their scanning
Eyes…
