Best Solus Poems

He of the Flame withholds his blade
Liquid gold disks drip down from the tip
In total there was six
The earth was pregnant with a brand new soul
Two of the disks the mother stole 
And gave them to her new child as eyes
He carried them with him...

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Not like her,
And
Not like him,
And 
Not like you
  —I write!

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Not like her,
And
Not like him,
And 
Not like you
  —I write!

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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 An owl descends
from cloudy grey skies,
Dropping alongside
a single tear.
It dares not speak to the owner -
only keeping company.
Quiet, solitary company.

It knows what tears are –
for when alone,
the tears of its mother skies above
are all it can call its own. 
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