Poems from ArleneDunagan
To think that ghosts and walls could retain the weight of what has come to pass
Remnants of hate
They slip out from the closet sometimes...
The taste of your memory drains me of the colors
That you once used to paint my days
And now I'm gray
Faded this way out of black
The taste...
In the country summer
With no reservations of the mind
No opposition to the new
All gems and melodic trauma bereft of me
A few drops of...
Each limb of my tree of verity burns from the core, crackles in defeated revelation
Having been fated a series of keen glimpses of reality'...
A stained glass tragedy
A matching crystal ball
Tossed much like that of bowling
Speeding orbs down God's old rumored hall
She was a...