January 19, 2013

Branches bristle, electrified. 
There’s lavender sand in the sky. 
No, the moon isn’t new
it’s in hiding. 

You’re grieving. Of course
Even grief leaves you 
and the loss generates
grief. 

It’s flying season. 
Wax wings only work
in winter. Love melts
itself. 

Like Mercury you are 
the hottest and the coldest 
and the closest to 
the sun.

Reviews

[Chaos_Collector]

I think this poem is genius. My favorite part "Love melts
itself.

Like Mercury you are
the hottest and the coldest
and the closest to
the sun." Welll done! Excellent analogy there. This poem is short yet sweet. I would call this poem Paradox, because the part with the grieving. The grief would leave only for more to be generated and the part with Mercury. Being hottest and coldest at the same time. Good work!

Chaos_Collector