Category: poems

Ever notice that most people never really like reading poetry? Perhaps there is a reason.

decades

©2023 michael raven

brittle break
my fingers
before you
whisper
metal rending
seduction
in my ears
because
i am sick, so
sick of love
& conquistadors
running rust
though their hair
sell me scarlet
down the river
sell me down
battered & bruised
past bolted
gardens delight
drowning, slipping
under the night

earth pushing

©2023 michael raven

i am earth pushing
falling through
and two flowing

leaving the writhing
and wringing coil
seeking lower ground

at the welcome tree
on rock hillock cracked
we raise two hands two

i am earth pushing
seeping through
with you and falling
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the trees will know us

©2023 michael raven

drawing threes
we while away
but short hours
braving pinpricks
and glares running
hallspace gauntlet
listening for that
thrumhumhum
heartbeat rising
waiting for the
autumn days
and cold
seeking the rough
where we yet thrive

the trees will know us
for the spirit we wear
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fragments

©2023 michael raven

i've changed my mind
about everything and
everything falls apart
falling to the rocks in
the night ocean below

we were never meant...
we were never meant...
we were never meant...
to be clean

i've changed my mind
about who i was and
everything falls apart
everything falls apart
into the deep dark sea
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