Tag: monostich

a hunger so cruel even the moon runs from i

freed from umbra the moon paints her face red

blood moon even the crows dare not speak

celestial bodies remind us of how insignificant we are

a different kind of darkness at dusk

before the eclipse the rain throws a tantrum

taking in a deep breath of river flies

like water under the bridge the seasons flow

sound of church bells bubbles to the river surface

define the spaces by the bodies that occupy them