3 Poems of Death and Beauty

~~The Newest House in Ghost Town~~

I have lived

in the newest

ghost house

of a ghost town

all my life

If I go out

walking with shades

they'll push me

into a deep

ruined foundation

Then I will be

free to be

in the newest house

of a ghost town

all my life

If I follow

the walking souls

they'll throw me

into the newest house

of a ghost town

All my life

~~In Bloom a Crimson Rose~~

In a valley of rainbows as thick as winter snow

Hands twined with mine among flowers to bloom

I ask her to follow for I have something to show

Her lily white skin trembles from dread of doom

With whispers I fight off all her fears of the day

I tell her I love her until the end with her I'll stay

As we arrive where all of God's color does flower

I pull her near for it's drawing close to our hour

I ask her to be my bride as the dawn fills the sky

Sun rays glitter golden tears of joy she does cry

After we kiss I promise her in time all flowers die

I could tell as she blossomed she understood why

Once a beautiful scarlet rose was afraid of the sun

She could never blossom until two souls were one

She wore a mask of lily over color only God knows

Yet under that ocean in bloom a single crimson rose

~~The Lattice Needs~~

The things grab at the cobwebs

they see floating in the air

fractals and spirals

snowflakes and veins

the winds blow them away

they were never there

bends and warps

expanses and blurs

without memories they struggle

they can't find themselves anywhere

a fire must desire to keep itself alive

you know if that flame does not die

things would be burning everywhere

seeds and splinters

hungers and cinders

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Myriam]

Wow the second one is really impressive! Keep it up!

[Briana O'Connor]

I really love the second one-so beautiful and serene mixed in with the eery aura. The other two flowed elegantly. I liked how in the first one you told a common story in an common, nonconventual way. The third one had a decadent depth about it that brought much for the imagination to ponder. Thank you for sharing. Very well penned.

[Coyote Poetry]

All the poems were amazing. I like the "The Newest House in Ghost Town". The best. Nice connection of words and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[LA Waning]

Thank you so much Coyote, your favorite out of this collection is also mine, though I haven't found many that can figure out what "In Bloom a Crimson Rose" means at it's core