Poems from snwbrdinprdse91
I met the dear Ophelia
Upon the western stair
Through some columns of transport
Into the wild air.
The whipping wind blew thru her hair...
I once believed graves beautiful,
Magnificent scrawls repeating life after death.
Bleached white and glowing brilliantly,
Glossy stone...
Nautical graves and practical poets,
Woman's condition and cultural woe.
Heaving sensations accompany the telly.
What's worse than these?...
The creaking of an attic’s chest
which contains the stories of a previous life
hidden as dusty almanacs.
Rummaging hands find leather...
Squalls send seagulls flapping away,
billowing Nimbus bides his war
‘til darkness. Throaty caws
from the sinews of a power line
mark the...