THE FOREST OF FORGETS
i don't do remembers, or regrets,
not knowing, i belong in what comes next-
without the edge and angle of pretext,
find me in the forest of forgets-
watching your perfections dance and breathe
in my fires flames then read out gypsy leaves;
imagining your whispers in the wind and trees-
before they fade, and fall, and leave.
back inside the house, picture rails
of love hang empty
from bent hooks, that promised plenty,
leaving frameless tales in musty trails-
to dusty cabinets of more
trinkets and traces-
whose duality displaces
sky and floor.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones from his book MAVERICKS. 4th August, 2009. All Rights Reserved.
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10 Poems From MAVERICKS By Strider Marcus Jones
PoetryMAVERICKS is my third published book of love and other poems. I hope you enjoy those you read and your comments are welcome. MAVERICKS By Strider Marcus Jones~Publisher http://www.lulu.com~Book Poetry Essentially, these poems are about Man and Woman...
