Stinging Past the Thistled Spawn

layered pigments, boundless hue

dissimulate this dreary semblance

peerless, penned precision

breadthened brush of stroke velocious

accents wrought of compromise

clash with unabashed clamor

the braille visage, inconsistent

fixed exaction burnishing face

drab as desert desiccation

calm the cries of coiling

fallen tresses,  blusterous kiss

pending depths decree our credence

stinging past the thistled spawn

spinning efferent, ever dims

the wayward junctures, wavering goodbyes

situated sediment of the divergent order

Reviews

[sencha]

again, really really good! i find your poetry has a bit of the aesthetic of Edgar Allen Poe, except with… warmer imagery? still dark, but somehow a more natural dark? (i really don't know if I'm making sense.) and again, excellent word choice. love it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words dance and create places, faces and thoughts. I like the flow of thoughts leading to strong ending. Divergent order. A interesting place to be. Thank you Max for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote