Proclaim!
Seek!
A thread of doubt lingers about
Such a fine strand ask me
Woe is me!
Not of a troubled life
But the wine's aged a millenium ago
The tea is grey - the bottle broken
Woe is me!
A dove's cry for flight is only blinded by Summer's light
Summer's light?
Shall I inqured the depth of this girl's light
An impurity mustn't it be?
A darling girl's string cut into threes - no - only four remain
Shall we name the three?
Aye, we shall
The original must stay Summer
Only followed by a twin called by Spring
And the other two?
They shall be opposites of the two
Cold and dreary Winter that falls behind ominous Fall
YOU ARE READING
Lingering Life
Mystère / ThrillerA group of dreary poems, from childhood to supernatural, seek the depth of theses poems. Try seeing the details that come apart from them if you choose. And tell me, whom are you in them?
