A Poem By Madeline // 5/17/2017

they sow

tryst, fight their woes with burgundy
bleach their teeth in lies
romanticize their plight
and fantasize in yellow

hyacinths, basking under an indifferent sun
beached on a grassy knoll
the sun will take its toll
while the pull of the promise precedes

this, an isolated chastised moment
a finger wagging sharp
between two eyebrows barred
and scarred, from raising at another

bliss, it's neither here no there
but lies in shoulderblades
a soft skin for a stage
a play, put on by fingers

indeterminate, so it's not needed
so the deep sky doesn't fall
down so hard at night and call
pshaw, you were soiled ten degrees



I WISH I could write poetry

I WISH I could write poetry as well as you do. That's all I can say.

And I've only done the first read, but I REALLY know I love a poem when I don't even pay attention to the meaning at first...just sail through the deliciousness of the words.

You're seriously such a master at what you do... When I read this, I was (not kidding) visualizing it as print on a glossy magazine page.

Sarah Bethany | Fri, 05/19/2017

SARAHHHHH you just made my

SARAHHHHH you just made my week! And it's been a pretty good week, so. You are so lovely! I could trade compliments with you all day, because your poetry always feels like the pinnacle of expert, delicious writing to me and for you to say that means so much. ❤❤❤ Thank you thank you thank you!

Madeline | Fri, 05/19/2017


How have I not read any of these masterpieces!!!!! Ditto to Sarah!!!! I wish I could express how impressive and masterful these are!!! Love!

Kassady | Tue, 06/06/2017

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
Write On!

*heart eyes*

*heart eyes*

Madeline | Tue, 06/06/2017


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