That Night

That Night

In a bucket tagged miscellaneous, He found his heart, Shrunken brain, And purple tongue. The lattermost lied, Defying the heart, Listening to the libel brain. He lies on the morgue’s table,   Hollowed within, Liberated, That Night. @Emily...
To Edit, Divine.

To Edit, Divine.

He writes to bring her back to life, to see her smile twinkling in his eyes. His plots unwind slowly in strange alleys,  just to meet her once again. Sometimes she visits, Mostly not, Yet he fills even margins with hope and love, In crabbed handwriting she can...
An old lily of the last century

An old lily of the last century

The lilies grew old and withered, Imprinting the soil where it fell.   She died, he died. Wilted flowers missed them both. In its memories lives a couple, Full of heartache, love and poetry. – Emily Parker