Tag: national poetry month

Steer the oak helm north of the fold
the stag, the sea whip, the fire bird
they are the answer, so we’re told
Alina is our truth, our word.

Za svobodo, za svobodo.

We dream of an ordinary life
where all our kind are accepted
We dream of a world without strife
where no one has to bleed it.

Za svobodo, za svobodo.

The dark one stands on the hill
but the light continues on
unchartered waters fits the bill
for a new and peaceful kingdom.

Za svobodo, za svobodo.

Red Chicks & Cheese

I like them in a basket
I like them with a witch
I like them in a flat
I like them with a cat
I like them here or there
I like them anywhere
I like red chicks and cheese
and I’m the only person, I like to please.

Inspo: Green Eggs & Ham

Started at: https://www.napowrimo.net/

I am the 18th edition
of an annual incarnation
I offer no explanation
for this pathetic introduction. 
My stems are weathered by… life.
My leaves are folded in secret.
I could write down all my desires
but the darkness won’t let me keep it.
A daisy taught me to market
the stigma running through my core
and make myself the target
in everything I live for.
But the words fall flat on the page
and I sit alone on the stage
squared in a transparent cage
smelling of lavender and sage.