Tag: monostich

cloud tendrils touch the gold city skyline

the grey stills the landscape

neon city where faces are burn bins gassing smoke

lift the infant from void into life

spring moon how dare you steal my line!

afraid of mirrors rehearsing lines with the spring moon

we have all eternity sift through the ashes

spring turtle we break bread by the stream

before dawn we collect our limbs and pretend to be okay

meeting the mist at town’s edge