Stalwart forests
dreams drawn in bark
hold our secrets
Sunday Scribblings offers the prompt Regrets and I offer two poems:
Loons' Cry
half past the loons’ cry, sweeping wings
pile ashes too dark to burn, too dense to fly
a raucous crow jeers in clocklike ticks
toxic black covers inbound shadows
smothers smoking sage, too late to cleanse
errata moves to an ungodly black bile beat
regrets bear great weight, unlock the moon
before the dawn and the light comes on
half past her cry after the night has bled
Faulting
probing each layer I peel my sins,
disrobing as if it were my body
remove timeworn transgressions
fold them neatly in special bins
stripped to innocent newness
awkward within my skin
I dress in faultless clothing
to acquire fresh and novel sins.
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The image was constructed on Bamboo Fun with Adobe Photoshop Elements 5.
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