Crimson Ties

Where vines, coil, in crimson ties,
To the brick and bar,
Fingers clasp the coldness,
And the wind shudders the leaves,
Shredding the speckled green,

Encircled in the way – only you see,
Enfolded behind the glassed window,
Aching to touch,
Longing, in deep breaths,
Walking towards the last caress,

Dead words and numb hands,
Eyes of despair,
Between the sleeping corpses,
And the walking dead,
Descendants long gone,
Gripping at the tatter of souls,
Still living,

Where vines, entangle,
In crimson droplets,
To snare,
The noose,
To clutch, the neck,
Blustering the winds chill,
Imprisoned,
Captured for time,
Bound to these lies.

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17 thoughts on “Crimson Ties

  1. My favorite lines:

    Dead words and numb hands,
    Eyes of despair,
    Between the sleeping corpses,
    And the walking dead,
    Descendants long gone,
    Gripping at the tatter of souls,
    Still living,

    Your words paint a picture detailing the center of poetry dancing and flowing, surrounding us with energy and life. The balance of dark and light is beautiful. Love it Jennifer. 🙂

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