Inspired by Vorona
Not really a response poem, but kind of. Just a short little Justin perspective piece. Rated G.....just something to pass the time.
Vespers
I can not remember the sound of our mother's voice,
or even how she looked, the memory of her slipped
from my mind long ago, like a theif
disappearing into the night,
pilfered heirlooms tucked neatly in his ( Read more... )
Vespers
I can not remember the sound of our mother's voice,
or even how she looked, the memory of her slipped
from my mind long ago, like a theif
disappearing into the night,
pilfered heirlooms tucked neatly in his ( Read more... )
Comments 3
the feathery turnings of wings into the feathery turnings
of your hair over my face as you leaned down to kiss
me goodnight?
excellent.
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