“Sometimes I wonder which of us is more crazy,” she said through gritted teeth, the cold snowflakes making her cheeks feel thick and numb.
Author: alexis
Gilded Frames
A poem about how we frame our lives and our stories for the benefit of others.
Take Me Back
“Take me back,” she said with a wistful gaze, and a hand played over loose strands of hair.
“I cannot,” they said, and dipped the pole agai
All the World’s a Grave
Sinew and bone to rough-hewn stone. A wooden cross or corpse still lost. In fields of gold and rivers, red, the sparkling water of forgotten dead. This is how the world has been, this is how the world will be. Born and die and born anon some with stories, but most just gone. #poem #poetry #grave #life #death #circleoflife #legacy
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Sky of gulls
and whispered wind
and murmured soft
the crowded din
Relief
She said close your eyes
and tell me all
and I saw black, red
stars too far
and told her so
but she just smiled
and with her heart
This is not a Rant
A perspective on the end-game with Covid-19 from a less politicized viewpoint, without appealing too much to empathy.
Divide
A poem about living in a world of division and distrust.
Because I Said So
Because I said so,
Just do what you’re told,
Ask too many questions
And you’re out of the fold.
Believe what you should,
It’s a matter of l
Lines & Shapes
We are made of lines and shapes,
so easily connected.
And with a pencil we can make
our art form, undirected.
Shading lines and smudges,
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