Posts Tagged ‘Dickinsonesque’

The Spirit- with Her fire Wings-

tries Her very best

to fly upward to my mind,

‘stead of beating ‘neath my breast.


Death stopped on a Dark day-

when I had lost my Gall.

Now I’m grateful- for her Halt-

that she Stopped my Fall.

The Intonation- of the Wind-

scraped against my Ear-

but what Fortune that it was

the Last thing I would Hear-

The Hole on my head

cannot conceal,

were it not for my Mind,

which maintains Control.

Sympathy of Nature

is such a far fetched thing.

We think we see it

in Sunlight,

but this is merely a Consequence

of Revolutions-

this Spring.

And the Heart that beat within me

most will mistake for Mine.

But I knew where It truly rests-

It is thine, and thine- and- Thine.

And Time scrolls on,

motioning not to its Underlings

(who heavily preoccupy themselves

with Trivial things).