FARCE, WORTH, BARGE, THERE
Month: June 2022
128
WHERE the battle is joined,
RIDER and horse rush and roar,
AGLOW with that red fervor and vision that
PASTE the valiant to their posts.
Whither?
PASTE a print with ravishing colors; it cannot rival the true scene, sky and clouds
AGLOW. Rising sun streams out beauty, as at the dawn of creation.
RIDER pauses to behold and thinks:
WHERE do I go from here?
2022-06-01 words
PASTE, AGLOW, RIDER, WHERE
127
MIDGE clouds bring eerie dusk to midday:
GRAVE clothes for the land with
JUICY host-blood to beckon them.
PLUCK them from clothes before they reach skin.
We, the Living
PLUCK wildflowers for the visit.
GRAVE stone still declaring final date.
MIDGE bites my arm. We, the living:
JUICY prey for pangs of grief.
2022-05-31 words
PLUCK, GRAVE, MIDGE, JUICY