POEM: New Times Roman

in poem •  2 months ago


In stillness
And blanketed darkness

I rise from my side

In the cool
fall coming

Through amber ashes

Ocean hue light
A reminder

The night lives in borders
And movement becomes

The possession of day dwellers


I have given up
All asset anchors

I have quit
My ticker tantrums

I have cut
My fiat feathers

To dwell among
The bull shelters

I dream of times
I took for granted

Gnawing bones
While meat meandered

Now the silence
Rules our voice

Caressing us
And our coins of choice



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I love the way you express your words
Nice one

This is beautiful and so simply you have shared in poetry form :)