Singing All That Beats This Broken—-Reaching out for oblivionWhispering of empty daysRain that appeals to no thunderLaughing in silence as endlessLaughing in forms left forgotten Praying for surcease of all painHolding minutes dripping through dead handsLoving thoughts kept in solitudeKnowing only what is not, for my senses dimmedSinging songs time stitched of lossSinging stillness intoContinueContinue reading ““Singing all the Beats This Broken” Poetry by Sam Morris”
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An Artists Room – Poetry by Justine
The smell of pencil shavings and paper. The smell of paint and glue.