O’ Storyteller, Bard of My Youth – Please, make the dolls dance. I cannot bear such silence.     By Karen Sullivan Form: Lament

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Ongoing still, the oration of an ancient story Aging ever faster, ever growing gaunt and hoary A tale so old and often told Of gold for blood and blood for gold   Recited countless times before the jury How warm the blood, the gold how…

With landscapes so lovely It’s hard to not be joyous Immersed in this loud Bustling city A sense of peace Makes its way through these city adventures Yes! City adventures, You know those that leave you feeling quite lovely They bring about this tantalizing peace…

I place potential lovers into cages of my mind they scratch numerals on bricks to keep track of time they usually lose it, time is hard to catch as am I, but a treat to watch they eventually stop counting and hum along the tune and realize…

Are you a God, my darling angel? You, the one who saved me that day. Was it in May? Or June? I’d been dead so long. For months it seems Flying about with the Sylphs And faeries. And then you came. You with the heavy…

I got my love of learning from my father He also gave it to my brother I got my love of people from my mother who also shared this with my sister I am reminded I am not alone by my friend and forced to…

I tiptoe across night, and broken syllables I am a poem thief.

We need. Inside. If hurt, we hide.   We need real love. Fits like a glove.   We need deep sleep. Not Li’l Bo Peep.   We need our brains. (I hope it rains!)   We need more time for this bad rhyme…

I came to a fork in the road, I even almost ran over a huge toad. I paused and pondered as I waited for the gigantic toad to pass. Which road will lead me there quicker? The road well-known was heavily travelled. On the other…