by hiraeth   Mar 26, 2017

verses versus taught thoughts;
constrained inspiration, sieve-sifted words
heap to grieve the original sin, exploration.

bare feet on cobblestone, moon-lit,
hand tracing mortar, emerald necklace
clutched in the other –
words: sporadic,
weaning from waxing,

but why did we go from waxing words
to ashing them?

aged saccharine pleasantries,
crystallized honey is still safe to consume –

the kettle sings it morning ode to luna
& your mug will be ready for you,

whenever that is.


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  • 8 months ago

    by mossgirl19 painted such a serene scene...I feel slow movements as words are breathed...barely audible...a heart beats fast...hopeful. It is indeed intoxicating as Pat says it is!

  • 11 months ago

    by pmmurphy

    Your word choice is definately not for a light reader like myself. The imagery is really intoxicating. Good piece:)

  • 11 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    The opening line is a tongue twister and I had
    to read it several times to soak it in...
    The bottom line here is that day in and day out we see the
    same thing and people and nobody is been honest in the
    sense that everything is a fake smile, a pleasant hello and saying
    things when you know they don't really mean it. To all this you
    have to stand and hear until your cup of coffee is work
    etc. At least that is my interpretation from what I gathered.

    Congrats on the Win!!

  • 11 months ago

    by Ren

    Awesome write!

  • 11 months ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Holy Crap...Love this write Mark.

    as always you delivered a wonderful write, I really like the language you've used here, there's just something about the connotation of them that sits so well with me when read aloud, and the opening stanza is genius.

    Freaking cool af


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