Poems from anyssa beeb
The rain dripped like slivers of silk-a pluvial massacre.
It gleamed and ripped as shards of glass- a crystal aftermath.
and through and...
Of course, ears tend to lean to sweet summer gleam;
of gossip as gold as honey.
And tongues tend to slip, words through the lip;
of...
Hey. It's me again.
Twiddling thumbs in your office.
I think, it's clear again,
I cannot shake off all of this.
I recognize this bag of...
"This is the foot of eternity, my friend-
and here on I must go,
but remember now and in the end,
you were my dearest fellow.
For now the...
Long at last against the glass-
the peaked face of winters' gasps-
phantom hunches of frostbit dew,
against the urgent morning mass.
...