A cave of marvels lies incongruous,
Which wreaks me ever close to my demise.
An umbral fate awaits-bleak torturous-
Yet from dispirited duress, I rise.
Who swayed anxiety to my release?
What could I sight from she who tamed my cuffs?
A Violet strand within Raven fleece.
Elusive Tiffany on Midnight puffs.
A brief exchange of weaving eyes, bereft,
This lithe bound soul leaps with, eternally.
A fabler Will-o'-wisp, a carnal theft
When freedom lights reside internally.
A kindled meadow I sure hope to find.
A vibrant dawning not just in my mind.
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The Mind's Pursuit of Indefinite Intentions
PoetryA collection of poems from the haiku, sonnet, and ghazal forms written for as a foolish quest to bleed randomness into meaning and back again, just like this description you are just reading. In other words, this anthology constitutes my exercise in...
