We held out ours hands at midnight Staying up long after the moon I never thought forever Would ever end so soon The Paper-cup conversations Of children come to pass But even then I should of known That nothing ever lasts. The summer always fades from spring And you can't expect the birds to sing … Continue reading When it’s time to let another good thing die
Month: August 2020
Not Another Poem About Writing – “Writer”
Strip away my title Take off my name like clothes Not like a gentle lover - rip them off and make a show Tear me up like empty pages Spill my blood like ink Cast me off like unread books And let my image sink Pull down the idol you built up The picture in … Continue reading Not Another Poem About Writing – “Writer”
The Beach
A pink-blue horizon, a sky speckled with the softness of uncertain clouds, The waves gently crashing, and the ocean, calling with beckoning mouths The waters melt away the world, stripping bare all the day Holding my breath on all of the words you know I never needed you to say Hair wet and dripping, skin … Continue reading The Beach
Alicia Jones Poetry 