a reminder of real

michael raven poems February 13, 2023February 13, 2023 1 Minute

with each foray further
faux feathers fall all
around, astringent pinions
piercing poisons, profiles
of pain & wandering muse

nor crystal tears, nor
fragmented stone
brush aside chiseled
chips, scree strewn
in the rap-trapping
purgatory of this
mortal coil

beneath, a substance
worn but meddled
a reminder of
when we were young
stained scarlet in real

Published February 13, 2023February 13, 2023

5 thoughts on “a reminder of real”

Richard Reeve says:

February 13, 2023 at 3:23 pm

…when we were young, perhaps I have forgotten.

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1. michael raven says:
  
  February 13, 2023 at 3:28 pm
  
  There are times I doubt my memory of youth has any basis in reality.
  
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  1. Richard Reeve says:
    
    February 13, 2023 at 3:30 pm
    
    …it does seem that this tool of retrieval is more creative than accurate.
    
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    1. michael raven says:
      
      February 13, 2023 at 3:32 pm
      
      Shhh. The woods… They…
      
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      1. Richard Reeve says:
        
        February 13, 2023 at 3:36 pm
        
        Oh! Shhh…
        
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