To Have Bitten Off the Matter with a Smile & a Smirk

Let us go then, you and I

Into the muttering retreats of sweet centuries

As deep as weeks of our lives

Overwhelmed with questions

 

And the loving arguments

Of rooms, where women

Come and go, we shall indeed

Lick the corners of everything

 

Until December nights murder

What was once the year before

For a hundred visions and revisitations

There shall we no longer wonder

 

‘Do I dare?’, go then bald spot

Of loveless years, singular in

An empty plate, disturbing

The universe for reversed minuets

 

Let it go, shall we then, you and I?

And I should presume we will

Begin again, wrapped in shawls

For sunsets across dooryards

Where greatness, flickers in a moment. 

Reviews

[Emily B]

your voice is quite familiar, did you used to post under a different pen name?

[Prolific In Verse]

Don't all our words sound much and mostly the same? They are just words, fluff - we mirror insecurity and revel in small insights that we've had before but don't even recall.

[Emily B]

words sound the same from one source to another, but voices are unique as fingerprints