© 2021 Michael Raven
on the rock-strewn strand
crows dance away from waves
laughing
Category: poems
Ever notice that most people never really like reading poetry? Perhaps there is a reason.
empty/
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eyes to stars
crazy circles
lacuna spinning
round and round
winter still on
the wind
stigmata/
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pressing stigmata to these hands arthritic these eyes cataractic twisting twisting on the wall conspirators nodding this is the way this is the way inside as raw meat twists still
fate/
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the norn are a-weaving & i am tangled in their skein
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©2021 Michael Raven
it seems only right
flesh should mirror
my putrified soul
morning fog/
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i should burn away
like morning fog
as if never here
transmutation/
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touching
transmutes
to
shattered
ruin
spot/
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wrapping shadowcloak
tugging the fringe
hole singularity home
after play/
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my cheek resting
on naked thigh
you twirl my hair
around a finger tip
again again again
penumbra/
©2021 Michael Raven
wraith-wyrd & wander from shadow umbra thick slipping greyshade in & around seeking the place resonance rings & we move in concert lovers ghost dance smoke drifting on night's breath
