#poetry
candlemas
gaunt trees
skeletal limbs bent in the awkward
postures of winter stand
vulgar in a nakedness exposing
every secret no longer leafed in green
candlemas
gaunt trees
skeletal limbs bent in the awkward
postures of winter stand
vulgar in a nakedness exposing
every secret no longer leafed in green
a row of convicts martyred by
what’s beyond control
bent and curled by the harsh tongues
of indifferent winds and the evectional
orbit of the moon
what’s beyond control
bent and curled by the harsh tongues
of indifferent winds and the evectional
orbit of the moon
if they could they’d shout alarms
in voices rusted with regret
but regret is a cold smear on a
cracked plate so it’s left to the owl
to shriek the bitter disappointments
of the frozen earth
in the narrow slice of time between
today and tomorrow
in voices rusted with regret
but regret is a cold smear on a
cracked plate so it’s left to the owl
to shriek the bitter disappointments
of the frozen earth
in the narrow slice of time between
today and tomorrow
an audible crayon of faulty alignment
and reckless desire
© 2020 RC deWinter
Published in ROPES Literary Journal @ropeslitjournal 29 “ephemeral”
April 2021
and reckless desire
© 2020 RC deWinter
Published in ROPES Literary Journal @ropeslitjournal 29 “ephemeral”
April 2021
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