Ah, Poetry
Ah, Poetry,
Sweet Poetry.
A regurgitation of mind’s musings
Of trying to trap an idea in ink.
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Online portfolio for Stephanie Schrecengost. She works freelance as a fiction writer (short stories, novels, and poetry) and book editor.
Ah, Poetry,
Sweet Poetry.
A regurgitation of mind’s musings
Of trying to trap an idea in ink.
Read MoreIt is wise for a man
To say
Even in whispered tones,
That he cannot
Fully comprehend
The eternities.
Read MoreThere’s nothing tying me down.
The very fabric of my mind is rustling,
The pages of my book are ripping at the seams
And you’re there.
Read MoreOh, how she does mock
By sign of her sweet, teasing lips,
Drawing the grey trembling masses to their tattered knees
Read MoreShadows split and spill, burning down the light of lamps on a darkened street.
And that’s where we meet.
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Beside the trail
A hollow shell,
The remnants of a home…
We are the lost boys
We are the lonely boys
Let’s take a look, shall we?
Into the past, the wounds of man.
These are the shores
That lie in wait for you.
You shake it in desperation
Until the ink runs black.
She sits there and winds the clock
Click-i-tee click.