Max Meunier : Writing

Under the Ruby Speckled Foliage

Under the Ruby Speckled Foliage

A Poem by Max Meunier


Under the ruby speckled foliageHours passed as our past spilled out before usRandom shapes, unraveling growthAs strange as what we have becomeSoaked i..
Winter’s Trine

Winter’s Trine

A Poem by Max Meunier


Flaxen strands, angles errantDangle, draped in fine translucenceLucid lines trace shapes ensconcingWinsome ways awash in whispersAll the almond’..
Ember

Ember

A Poem by Max Meunier


love looms amid the earthen shrinein contrast with truthpressing onto parchmentmuted musings left inlingeringfor glancing eyeswould gaze in contemptag..
Revered Red Rose

Revered Red Rose

A Poem by Max Meunier


revered red roseplucked perfectionsilken sheen of sworn silphiumpassion implied through echoed glancessparking bursts amid darkness reborngaze into ep..
Verdurous Veil

Verdurous Veil

A Poem by Max Meunier


a flower unknown bears a truthobscured discreet layers of lifeits tenses of tempered perfectionis fruit that falls not from bare skyeffusing in flawed..
Like a Deftly Sewn Death Shroud Secured

Like a Deftly Sewn Death Shroud Secured

A Poem by Max Meunier


Bereft, lay my heart upon ocean floorForever once wandered from her lipsNow eclipsed in shadowed solitudeIndiscernible , such impetus gives wayAllayin..
Words Would Impede

Words Would Impede

A Poem by Max Meunier


words would impede my need to expressthis feeling that bleeds as it beats from my chesta symbol of infinite bounding enclosedas simple and intricate s..
 The Silence of a Moment’s Touch

The Silence of a Moment’s Touch

A Poem by Max Meunier


sun kissed flecks in ochre huetrickling trails of wistful trodpouring out as florid scents sailyawning canopy doused cloverflailing gales of ghostly w..
As Fire Afflicts Antilogous Pole

As Fire Afflicts Antilogous Pole

A Poem by Max Meunier


errant wafts of ghostly whispers struggle to swaybut their words fall inmagneticarrestboring through terrestrial layershaltingwhen furnace beckonssorr..
Emptied Unto Arms of Clay

Emptied Unto Arms of Clay

A Poem by Max Meunier


verityas thought forsakenlingers long in clouds of leadtwisting spires of wrought contortionsown distortion courting dreadshedding hours spread like r..