Poem : A Curse or a Cure

Time for a riddle Time is a rodent Ardent arrows Are curses Are they curses Are they cured Are they convergent I am born a burned sun I am born a blistering bone There is a shift of shafts There is prison of prisms An iron iris irradient An ark of arrows Awaiting our augur […]

Poem : A Weather of Verse

Are poets weak words Are poems marsh lands Are verse withering weather I know there is a tremor I know there is a turbulence I know there is a fragmentation When I web my words into verse When I will my wishes into words When I pin my thoughts upon instincts Poets may be weak […]