Tag: monostich

line drawn between fact and fiction contrail divides sky

the faces of the goddess in the pockets of mist

strands of moonlight beyond ethereal clouds

fills the great void earthen hue of the noon rain

all is maya under the mango tree cast aside flesh and bone

milk pots and peacock feathers guided by war drums

unwavering devotion the body by design no longer bleeds

the rain as witness to the lies we live

cat brings the winter moth to the brink of death and disappears into the darkness

footprint in the mud not questions but connections