I feel stronger lifting two pound weights then writing a thousand sharp jabs
crushed dreams languishing in a forgotten trash bin finally rescued ****** I wrote this after realizing it’s been over a year since I started writing poetry again.
tap the pace out fast if you can’t keep up, I’ll leave you writhing in the night
Page from Death of a Postman by John Creasey
taking refuge in my octagon haven birds chirp to a faint radio a breeze brushes my skin the heat flushes my cheeks a passing semi rumbles by, vibrating my chair a haze settles over me
When the moon glows before the sun sets And the scent of honeysuckle hangs in the air Artemis appears as a wispy silhouette When the moon glows before the sun sets Her perfect aim can fill a man with arrows of regret Protector of all maidens fair When the moon glows before the sun sets And the scent of honeysuckle hangs in the air
sun shimmers through trees a glistening amber drop petrifying me
mist slowly gathers forms a shape silhouette of a woman apparition
When I came to, I could feel the stony path pressing against my scalp, but couldn’t shake the sensation that I was upside down. I’m not sure how long I stared up at the sky before I realized that the leaves on the forest floor were lazily floating upwards.
trees used to tower high enough to block the sun once upon a time ********** That you Freeverse Revolution for the prompt!