Lost Poem by Alexa Greenwood
Lost
Rating: ★4.0
My life is riderless,
Of prophesy it is bare.
Green meadows turn to bog,
The gallop succumbs to the mire.
Step back - Quick!
I hear her thoughts,
Just and honourable,
Devouring themselves.
A wolf howls at the moon,
Who stole the wilderness?
The mocking gods look down,
And the wind bites, like kindness.
Friday, March 4, 2005
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4/23/2024 4:29:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
love poems that when i'm through reading, i want to read them again. there are so many styles to writing, but i love poetry that weave their words to convey a thought and they compell you to see what meanings in them you can discover...thanks, renee