11/17/18
sharp cut sky
lit in pieces of
ebony reflected in
ropes of snow and
ice earth of wind
brushed by chime
brick and tears
oh lucid cries
ticking on the mantel
they fade all
recessing away
NOTE: I wrote this at midnight while SNL was blaring on the TV in front of me. This poem is terrible but I'm too stubborn to not post it. Again, I must stay true to Hello, November.
--KingfisherBirdLady
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Hello, November
PoetryThis is a collection of my writings from November 2018. It's a continuation of "Poetry" and "Poetry and Writes", but will be much shorter. I'll try to write something each day of the month and post as I go--even if what I've written sucks. Who care...
