. a poetry circle .
1 min readMar 3, 2018
- a beginning
- part 1
- the words hit our hearts, and sink in to stay, to pledge another stage set, small life…….
- part 2
- the ending of a tortured love affair
would have been easier - no
- i will rather have cold…
- part 3
- what was there before the nettles? stung, the memory creases with the look of bones. left in air. who was here to write the words on stone, the plaque.
- part 4
- passed over by accident, the thing ocured naturally, without clerics. without beatitude. given by friendship, yet piety slowly eroded. they come now with learning, holding large words, a different language. the charm now gone,…
- part 5
- exhale.
- Epilogue:
- a ragged poem because it’s not focused. the concept is lost in the wrapping.
- liking rags
i move on
with differing
music - the trial by glass
