Ring

Treading
tingles with rose blush
Revealed: no tipping corset wielding,
Or semblance of blue romance,
This hard vein of vanity proudly small.

My semblance of passion, of mistake
Left by Lady Lore, not ever a miss;
Pursed lips, withdrawn further
Will empty just the same.

It was made to be there, thin promise,
Pursuing the notion (just slip it in)
To catch old Folly next door!
Such youth, we are reminded.

Epic?

Next challenge: 5000 lines of poetry in a month. EPIC! I hope I'll be able to finish. 163 lines of poetry a day is quite something. Maybe I'll change my mind against doing this after I finish Script Frenzy, which is in April. I wouldn't want to miss that, even if poetry mania sounds like fun too.

Center of the World

Lines of sand, threaded dust
Tangled where roots sink
Deeper and deeper,
The world upon itself.

Lines, filled upon landscape,
Light, net upon light;
All on vague seedy dreams:
Paris, Florence, Athens, Rome.

We’ll find ourselves again,
Falling, falling on this
Threadless sea, loose
Dreams bobbing down, back-
Again, up and running.