lips swell and apples blush when spoken to kindly your words they hold power
Tag: monostich
a feather in the autumn field did someone dream too far?
the tethered stillness of this autumn morning earns its wreath and halo
fire’s final apology: beauty survives as dust and ash
your lullaby gently resurrects pale petals of autumn
light learns to surrender and darkness becomes kinder unknowingly we invent gods mostly mad to the bone give them a place in our hearts in the name of sacrifice and when everything comes crashing down we hunt and stake: godkillers we become
her childhood the sweetness of honey and the years after a dance of wildfire now the queen bee hums in my skull
in any true sense names hold power more than you can ever imagine each name is guarded by a sacred flame held close by the soul to know one’s true name or nature is to gain the gifts of the blessed ancients or in unfortunate circumstances the gaze of death
inspired by the wizard of earthsea
silence germinates lovingly within the emanciated bodies of pilgrims
she breathes in the uncertainties of the cosmos and exhales forests
elancharan gunasekaran 