Avant- Garde


A letter of peace
she could not write
luminous wars profounding.

Stare the silent rage to knee
but most of all –
A fiery hummingbirds’ chee
sounding chariots/
“the road is coming
the road is coming”

See her bloom
See her nectar
See her journey

Urban night profounding
tag peace not war
most of all

These letters, will not keep
They will hold no refuge/ for bleeding tears

till we are strong again
Plow our shears in hooks
Sink 10,000 more
This road she could not flee K.M.


8 thoughts on “Avant- Garde

  1. Pingback: enjoy a wonderful piece by a fellow author… | The Lyrical Quill

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.