1 - Untitled
A faint imagery of love, of peace,
a heart glancing over glass, a glance,
that can ruin one.
God gives, we have lessons,
and angels around us.
2 - Shame
I’ve been born in dirt and pain,
Flowing water, growing shame,
I understand the ways you look,
The times you feel and consequences,
Consequently it’s hard to care,
But in truth, and if we’re fair,
I know I’ve failed you, and everyone,
There will be no relief for us.
3 - Cradle
Wooden cradle, carved with stone,
Resting there, all alone.
Charred and ashed, silent and still,
In the remains on top of the hill.
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Heartstrings, Dreamsongs: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of poetry written by poet and aspiring author, Rachel Jesmer (or, as she calls herself online, Kunabee Tiger). "Heartstrings, Dreamsongs" is her first collection of poetry, part of the reason it's so brief. She hopes to have more poetry col...
