One day by one day
three decades count by
in threes and tens
and fives and sixes
from glistening hope to
bitter conclusion
one verse dripping
marks in time
one verse slipping
past my prime
one verse shaping
heart and mind
one verse ending
new one begins
A Poem is born
in the Brushing Sparks
of the Confounded
and Devoured
like an Easter feast
consumed Faster
as we Ghastly reform
withdraw to bed by Eight
fearing this Heartless
Infinity before us
I the Joker ever
dueling the Knight nightly
seeking Lovers
and Magic
long lost at 16
exiled by the Ostracized
forbidden Priestess
embedded with the Queen
of Regression
after 21
the only Strength left
is my Tongue and these
Unveiled
Visions
shaped like Words
here X is the spot
where I have buried Yearning
until point Zero has arrived.
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Toxic Brain Dump:National Poetry Month 2015
PoetryEvery April is National Poetry Month - so here is a poem-a-day to celebrate the month. Each poem is a spontaneous stream-of-conscious writing exercise with a 45-minute time limit. Sit back and relax this will get messy! To help spark my creativit...
