Graveyard Poem by Karina Fiorini

Graveyard



Tempered moments
nested in time, and
slim shavings of time regained

bones in cold spaces
a heap of souls'
robbed glances
that last saw dusted tears
in cool summer soils,
beady teeth, rags and empty dreams.

Yorick, you're the foil,
spare some antics
amongst this waltz of sorrow,
before spring tapers into numbness.

Sunday, April 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: numbness,seasons,time
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