Aria Ligi Poems
- Mourning Flies Some held a mass at her grave- Petals strewn...
- Passing Delineation There is a litany for the dead; The ...
- The Bees: The Dance (Part Thre... I am on my knees before ...
- His Heart The goodness of his heart was set, An azure, ...
- Oath Oar Do you hear me when I call, and know that is all; ...
- I.C.U His fingers read my body like Braille, skimming the ...
- Ode To The Saraband Do the trees dance the Saraband? That ...
Aria Ligi is an independent scholar who has been writing for over forty years. She has a great love of history, and in particular, the English Romantics. She has a B.A. in writing from San Francisco State University and graduated top of her class. “Temple of Love” and “Blood, Bone and Stone” are two of her earlier works. She has been published most recently in Z Publication’s New York’s Best ... more »
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Some held a mass at her grave-
Petals strewn on the mild lave.
Granite-rose a gray façade,
Interred within where she strode,
A feast of inclusion frescoes on the base relief.
Some held sprays dabbing eyes,
Faux fantasies & sorrowful byes;
Some held her in and prayed for their grief,
Clutching filthsome divots-
Clumps of glass moldered tears wandering ash.
Witticisms escaping lips- smiles twisted,
A dissonance consigned to the riddle,
Her desertion - her ranging from them all,
The self- flying free from her angry vexing pall.