I felt it likely In this solitude My thoughts would Find their way Back to you Eventually Drifting on A lucid current Around and past
Author: River Dixon
Just someone who enjoys writing and reading what others have written.
One Slip, For The Punished – A Collaboration
It’s through shallow eyes And loose fingers Which you grip the world So much easier To slip Through my icy embrace Than to accept For
Eyes Meet
Our eyes meet Through a cool Dark air Within a pause Of forgotten Something And somewhere And sometime With someone Forever removed In the last
Forsaken Flames
A free verse echo Wrapped in tinder Awaiting the flame Of a lucid dream Walls padded Crippling overtones Now cascade To canyon walls As the
Mother, We Are Sorry
Born of our arrogant indignation We wake from the ashes A first breath, cold with remorse In the afterbirth, we search For one last drop
Flicker
The lamp flickers As it burns through The last of the oil Outside, snow falls A log on the fire I pretend it’s you Covering
