trying to find the motivation to write poems again
pittsburgh!
Sunflowered eyes Wilt to roots of green As her salted tears glaze Over clusters of freckles Like a heavy stream Over river rocks
By Peyton Dempsey4 months ago in Poets
I find myself Often wandering To the rocking chair In the darkest room Of my abandoned house Where time cannot be told
She is in love with the taste of time The kind trapped in glass bottles Like hourglasses Filled with sand that Moves like an ocean
i reluctantly wake each morning just before the vermillion and peach pit of the sky bleeds out a warm honey that drips through the slits
I told myself that I would Make this one simple to read So you could finally listen I told myself that this would Be the one you could see
January reeks of salt On the roads and Painted pine trees Smothered in Delicate Monet strokes The old couple Sits in the corner
Black and white grain Varnished my fetal eyes My hair was thin, like me And fair from the sun I felt tranquil in that thick
