She must be a queen of innocent eyes She must’ve sweet smell of incense She must be a stunning beauty She must be a quiet music of all your poetry.
Fly, fly, my little Raven,
Reach, reach for the sky.
See the world from the air,
My little Raven, and show it to me.
Upon the dark winged azure, the dream invites
Light freedom from long ago; the tumult births mankind, and through my lips,
I will have recognized the shadows beyond the world,
With eyes among the laurel leaves, I see tears upon the rowan fields
I’m holding a collaboration open for all to create a group poem together. It is not a contest, but rather an event we can all do together during these dark times of the world. Perhaps, this could help promote positivity in the midst of it all. Perhaps, we can meet new writers here from this collaboration and discover different pieces of writing. In a way, it doesn’t have to feel so socially distant.
There is only one week left until my poem collaboration closes. The theme concerns of freedom, how it impacts you, and what it means to you. It is a collaborative effort from the WordPress Community to create a poem all together during these trying times and social isolation.
It will end on April 29th, 2020, not accepting any submissions after April 30th, 2020 at midnight (EST).
the waves in the dying of the dark
by frozen, alluring dreams when you’ve never dreamt
unsheathed upon each layer of rock that bleeds out by daylight
where we see the blood drift, sliced in a sleepwalking geyser
the dispensation of mid-summer
A cigarette in a dance, while you never speak
There is silence in a tribe
Scraping to kill each other slowly
Leaving, you’re leaving in the dark archipelago,
The ghost in the isthmus
lodged to frosty solitude by the
sand hills. A blue dream flew above
aural ice chips; the dream-like
Chains and Cages weigh us down,
Yet deep inside, we hold the key.
Look around, and you will see,
The endless state of mystery.