Mercurial moon. Its gifts of joy-wrapped tidal waves
Run the course of shifting lives. No, they are sorrow waves.
With one night, bonfire lanterns, guides to giddier times,
Are stars of burden, ebbing in shades of idle waves.
With another, royal skies grow sapphire delicate,
Healed by flowing, soothing memories of yarrow waves.
Yet, with one sip, love has waned. Lust abounds betrayal.
Who knew Sirens sang Lethe louder than bridal waves?
And with another, the world falls into a whirlpool
Of waxing thrashing guilt. Will there be Tomorrow waves?
One change. The ebb and wax of Memory craves being
Reversed, forsaken, or drowned by homicidal waves.
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The Mind's Pursuit of Indefinite Intentions
PoesíaA 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...
