Tear it Down.

Delicately, how you once grow old,

Calling lightly down your back

Of golden rues, light petal's dews

And of oranges, gone black.

It's nonsense to the thick of it,

Harrowing deep beneath our homes,

Like paid-out squires and haggard beggars,

These trips are too well known.

Yet in the loft of it,

The true who trick will

Reap of the finest wool.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Not sure, but I guess, you here talking 'bout the subject of "time" that's gone... & taken everything off of life. What's left behind is nothing but the thoughts/visions and memories of broken life; faded season & hardly reaped up .. universe. World's became like an illusion that's devastating spirits quite badly so you write/say, it's better to "Tear It All Down". Quite fascinating to be read.. such words. Your poetry has many perspectives so .. might be the perspective that you've written it across's way different from mine but still.. somehow, it's absolutely linked up with "Worldly analogies". Keep it up!

[Kristine Ferg]

I tend to write that way and often not intentionally, it's just the flow of words. Your explanation of my work is pretty well interpreted. Thank you!