Howling winds, September rays
The Urn it sits upon display
We fell upon darker ways
Encouraged by the sins
The Earth in turn obeys the day
Irma swung her hand and sway
Conversant in the tidal waves
Her patience she rescinds
-fin-
© 2017 Delia Ross
Ahh but who doth not judge the outer appurtenance which is full of flaw? I too shall like to see beyond the hollow scar. Frail and meek, I seek to find comfort in man which bringeth me none not. Love hath abandoned all but my shadow. Until I am merely dust in the wind. I dare not you understand.
© Delia Ross and Poe Eternal, 2017.
there in you
you’ll find me resting
between your heartbeats
like lovers cresting
when the air is askew
(c) Delia Ross. 2017. All Rights Reserved.
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There was was a guy named Mark. Who liked to smell everyone’s farts. He got so high, he floated the sky. And that was his best form of art.
He took a train to the north
To tie a loose end
And said not to worry
She’s a lady friend
And so was set forth
A river of tears
That he would soon
Apprehend
My freedom is more
Important he said
Your pain is what
I give you instead
The poor little lover
Was always misread
So fame and freedom
Is what he wed
No ring on her finger
No, honeymoon either
If we end-
All ends she pled
While mourning the seasons
When light transcends
Alone in the shadows
Alone in her bed
Sooner or later
Her heart was found dead
If you remember, all ends well
But not for Adele
(c)Delia Ross. 2014
