Tag: monostich

of a time before preserved on film memories on replay

war room tongues taste the cold cut slices of fairy meat

terraforming the landscape deep gnomes sing to stone

shadows flow along temple walls to an ancient rhythm

dawn the forest formless in the mist

sway as the winter sky sings the blues

please come back when the quiet is raw again

back of bus the rain slow and gentle on the eyes

please tell the crickets to stop the crowd inside my head

noon the rain transforms the concrete into paradise