Poetic Cultivation | raMCColley
And little stories of telling
are breaking through the bend
lending lines of wisdom
before an untimely end.
So smart you know the way
each foot a rhythmic pace… 31 more words
4 days, 20 hours ago
Steady climb the fingers crawl
over the manicured wall
hissing at the baritone
tapping out a call.
Hello, hello? rapture calling
chilling on the residue… 12 more words
4 days, 21 hours ago
There is a darker place then this
you see it where you stand
how you choose to live
by the prowess of which hand.
There is a suffering even greater… 65 more words
6 days ago
Purple was the color in her hair
and the nails on the door in red
she pounded on the wells of eve
fractured feet are where she tread. 57 more words
6 days, 14 hours ago
6 days, 18 hours ago
Murky would be the word I hear
truth trembling at the feet
where air has nowhere to go
and the heart wields no beat.
Strange the way the words do come… 17 more words
1 week ago
I’m tumbling down a rabbit hole
with my senses all in tatter
here the rabbit shoots the turtle
and there is no mad hatter.
Only turning roadways… 59 more words
2 weeks, 2 days ago