Veiled in the mysteries of light
black cutting off white
masked
a cottonwood whirl
of life
no debutanted call
you said left, I thought right
patience holding
frightless on an eerie starless night
your oceans brushing
about my tree
a sequoia rising high
above the waters edge
your wake ~ delicate
a soundless melody
that plays on for hours
and hours
in the breeze,
the gentle tease
the tide
washing in
and out
to the wims of night
the rustled leaves
a bed of kings
I, with you
in grave and height
stripping shrouds
shearing fears
climbing up the endless stares
abreast
a woodpecker pecks
an undressed nest
in piney wood
I know
and
I should
visions spy
her spotted eyes
true wonder
where halos go to glow
amid a moonlight high
there's laughter in that sky
air fills our lungs
creating a thousand soulful songs
we lay
contented with the coming
of the day
gorgeous as that may be
Categories:
wims, love,
Form: Free verse
Woe is me such a poor man
Woe is me
Woeme
Woemen
Woman
Womban
Womb an
Womb of an
Womb of man
Born in the womb of a man
Nature disgruntled
Humanity Confused
Unfounded Mind
On a WIMs notice.
Woe Is Me.
Categories:
wims, angst, baby, me, men,
Form: Free verse
Sadically gleeful
She watches , by and by
As the shredded form
Convulses , bleeds , nearly dying
Humour arises
Cheerfulness gleaming
As the blood spurts like a stream
It flows freely from every wound
Gathered round the victim
In a vicious pool
Far more deep the shades of red
Than the river Nile
Wen it once bled
Radiantly, She gathers her wits
Graceful steps
With malicious stealth
To prove her conviction She leaps
once more
Blade in hand
To cut deeper
To the depth of the soul
Her head, raised beneath a hooded
cape
Her eyes fixated
Her quest completed
Satisfactory , to her wims
She floats away
One last glance , however , for
She twirls, subtlety ,itself
For her last words
They must be spent
Be not mistaken
Do not believe
That my actions are of selfish need
For my soul you've filled with
hateful intent
Only revenge i seek
And revenge has been delt
Her lips they curve
In a smile so wicked
They dying man
Circums
grievously
No longer breathing
by
Amanda Miller
Categories:
wims, loss
Form: ABC