Tag: monostich

an interval at thirty five to ponder the second half of life how nice

the things i’d say to you as the last light leaves this plane of existence

a burnt shoulder to lean on as tears converge with the eternal flow

curtains play as the cat finds itself another spot in paradise

autumn winds urging the body to remember its name

and if i could i would like to live this beautiful life in a single line

writing this today in the hopes of finding it tomorrow

like fugitives on the run the words you’d utter in your sleep escaping dreams for reality

nine lives and more and still humans never learn do they

dusk we navigate the last of droplets to return flesh to cradle