Queen of Crows 4
Suffer not
Harp played, not well
Offer bread
To mend
Olive’s branch in twain
Sever the clever
Orchestration my downfall
Where could I be
Inside or out
Bled dry of tears
Held through the years
Fed only
Foot in mouth
Believe in better
Wilt not thy splendor
Curbed under
Silent downspout
Her Two Cents
As this blog shows, there’s no shortage of poetry to be found on missed connections. However, for every piece of writing archived, there are dozens more that fade away every 7 to 45 days. The poems “left behind” are often replete with torrid despair – simply too raw or personal for sharing. Regret and heartache can be powerful muses, but the energy they provide needs tempering if a creation is to be held by others.
