Peachy clouds shred
the last
veils of shine-time,
draping
their lacy strands
over
violet night’s velvet,
tucking the light in slumber.
(Kit Perriman)
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It is not
that I am afraid of death
and of leaving
a half-dripped life
with all of those loose spitting drops
entombing the forever –
It is
barely understanding
how precious
each strum
on the wick has been,
how very fragile that flame.
(Kit Perriman)
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BLESSED BE
Don’t overlook me
or underestimate my power –
I rock in the darkness of night
on a misty bower.
The clouds troll my words
and carry my message on air –
slashing the canvas of space with
a shadowy tear.
There’s fascination
veiled in many disguises –
but some seek only the darkling
feral surprises.
I glow beyond time
like an ancient wayward daughter
birthed of the moon – You can simply
call me an author.
(Kit Perriman)
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ROSE
You gave me a rose
in the bandaged wraps
of winter. Plucked of
the heart. Pulsating,
dripping with love and
valued more than blood
rubies.
Just a small
gesture. Rich spiral
of life, juxtaposed
on frosted snow sheets –
but oh! so poignant.
(Kit Perriman)
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