Forget Me Not

Forget Me Forget Me Not

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How can my heart withstand such a beating?
Like a gale thrashing inside my chest
In all directions; madly aghast
Lungs filled with choking breath
Damson and decayed -bones abreast
Throat gripping with despair
In dirt and girt
Tongue bleeding into the anthurium leaves
Bright blue lips
Forget me not – in curving spikes
Coil around my chest
Eyes closed in clenching thought
Taunted
Forgotten
Neglected
How can heart endure such a loss?

JCALVERT 2016

 

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Deadly Nightshade

In a place of,
Of tethered grey,
Wings trussed,
In black leather binds.
Petunia,
and Deadly Nightshade,
Strangling my state of mind.
Tip arrows – titled,
Bent,
In delirium,
Eye drops of seduction,
Drip upon cheeks of damsel sin,
A fault of my own,
Indulged by the toxic tones.
Weeping in willows chasm,
Virtues cast in white smoke,
Foggy breathe and berry lips sealed,
White roots and pendent drawing my throat closed,
Sleeping nightshade.

J.Calvert 2016

A Field Of Bones

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A field of bones,
Scattered across the plains,
Skulls and skeletons,
Lay,
A thorn spine,
And needle,
Pierce my side,
Blood coils in the sun,
Ashes dot the wind,
Cinders spun,
Of plains of mighty dust,

A village,
Bleak,
Of war-torn distress,
Remnants of a town,
Dead,
The shell of houses, scorched,
Desolate in the wake.
The silence of this place,
Haunting, the ghosts who stay,
Frames and corpses,
Chiselled to the core,
A field of bones,
Left to settle the score,

A flower grew, in the harshest of conditions,
Under the burning sun,
Among the skulls of the unsung,
A red bloom, of lonely plight,
To dazzle this horrible sight,
Growing more beautiful by the day,
Showering herself with the sun’s rays,
This little floret, nurtured by the elements,
Cultivated the plains,
Amid the field of bones,
Flourished tiny buds of red.

J.CALVERT 2016