Tag: monostich

dreams of grey coasts and whispers caught in unfurled sails

late autumn the blunt force trauma of light rays

dreams left to the voices from the void at daybreak

first light cold limbs forced back into place

glades burning and crystal horns scattered in the dirt

be wise to set aside some words for a rainy day

how cumbersome these thoughts and feelings

dark before dawn the drizzle consumes the flesh