malnourished and empty is the street

in the backyard of my confusion, lied a remedy buried deep

past is left open like a twisted rope

barefoot in journey seeking hope

remnants remain floating at the top

the lighthouse flickers as though it may stop

but while summoned to the river

naked and exposed, there i stood in a shiver

like the roots planted next to me

engulfed by the wind and tree

Hidden far away, where even the soil keepers have fallen asleep

tearing open the paper for a surprise
the secret in here to advise ::: the reconciliation is closed

this narration may become too much, but that’s the danger of surrendering to the touch

thus: locked away as a time capsule, with a sturdy and indifferent axle

And absurd words tweeted by flightless birds.

dancing by the beat of your clairvoyant signature, as i hope to be extended as your acceptable visitor:

this was comparable to a flower being stolen from the soil and put into a ceramic vase

for nothing else matters : even when the glass shatters into feathered tatters

you wouldn’t dare to sweep up the pieces of what remains left behind…

writing letters at the seams

multiple colored dreams

fantasies and a spelled out intention

means reading it all out, so that all could be mentioned !

ROI:’s (ALL ARE HYPER LINKS! CLICK TO S3ARCH THROUGH THE POEMS)

ROI (S’):

Maybe, Shillelagh – 01/01/2023

Seasonal Depression – 01/10/2023

Personality Feast – 01/14/2023

My Own Envelope Party – 01/23/2023

Missed Errands – 01/30/2023