Monthly Archives: March, 2012
your fingers adjust to the page in such a subtle fashion the words I cannot speak
gently, still rain- swept trees awaken to foster- hush this morning fog lost to a velvet rhapsody of now copyright-2012-M.D.
young man set to face his weary demise in silence you granted it alone no visitors came no family no friends just you that eerie sunshine wafted in as a welcome beam through the window crackles of life spoke from the city below the next day you were gone Copyright–2012–M.D.
Parcel of lamb’s captured. Been hoarded; carted off to distant doom. These uneasy nights speak masted. Boarded with impending doom. The fragrant fires pop echo. Light chatter all the while. Gun powder, dust and grazed matter. Hues burning to death’s smile. Copyright-2011-M.D.