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Winters' suitors never earned
cozen for their sacrifice
Love accepted, not returned,
frozen trophies kept on ice
Counterparts once jailed are freed,
gone to fairer girls of spring
Hearts disposed now those I need
So begins my reckoning
Puerile Moon rules Scorpio
fools of summer disenthrall,
swooning cools to vertigo
Who will love me come the fall?
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09/11/2020
Categories:
disenthrall, age, beauty, loneliness, spring,
Form: Rhyme
i'm just getting started
unraveling the threads
of this tattered lonely soul
sewn so long ago
apparition's crooked hands
grapples the rusty needle
as she unsteadily threads the eye
...flashback to childhood years
where a mother ties the loop
of darkened threads
cleaved from her own spool
pierced by torment
of each aberrant stitch
i am sealed in the seams
bound, unable to break free
as i bleed through the confines
of my soul's weary cries
my blood spills crimson
through shadows cast
of harvest moon
as she rocks unsteady
upon the walls of mind
beneath the hum
of unsung lullabies
watching as i undo
each crooked thread
sewn by her hands
unable to baste
with death's bony hands
she pricks through my heart
with soulless glower
as i disenthrall
the last threads
i stitch her deep
within the weaves
of memories
and poetry
...i'm just getting started
September 18, 2019
Just getting started poetry contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
disenthrall, child, mother, poetry,
Form: Free verse