destined to bloom late and die a hero degenerate
two of my best:
Love's Journey's End
--
Upon the hearth of love and loss
I'll lay my burdens down,
and put aside my discontent,
and leave my tarnished crown.
I'll walk into the quiet room
where, on the wide and billow'd bed,
you lie, devoid of blood and breath,
and kiss your lovely head.
I'll sit beside you in the dark,
until the morning sun,
and close my eyes, and silent be,
and take what dreams may come.
<fin>
and also:
This is a haiku.
I just wrote it just for you.
I hope you liked it.
Packs a punch!
thanks 💁🏻♀️
I have known
For years
For decades
While homeless
Or not
Homeless while working
Full time plus
Eventually
I would be
Worth more
Dead
Than alive.
11/23/2024
American Nonviolent Dissident Artist and Environmentalist and Lifelong Poverty Wage Worker Mr Dodo B Bird. (Art for sale on my site and poetry on substack.)
Dodobbird.pixels.com
two of my best:
Love's Journey's End
--
Upon the hearth of love and loss
I'll lay my burdens down,
and put aside my discontent,
and leave my tarnished crown.
--
I'll walk into the quiet room
where, on the wide and billow'd bed,
you lie, devoid of blood and breath,
and kiss your lovely head.
--
I'll sit beside you in the dark,
until the morning sun,
and close my eyes, and silent be,
and take what dreams may come.
<fin>
--
and also:
This is a haiku.
I just wrote it just for you.
I hope you liked it.
Packs a punch!
thanks 💁🏻♀️
I have known
For years
For decades
While homeless
Or not
Homeless while working
Full time plus
Eventually
I would be
Worth more
Dead
Than alive.
11/23/2024
American Nonviolent Dissident Artist and Environmentalist and Lifelong Poverty Wage Worker Mr Dodo B Bird. (Art for sale on my site and poetry on substack.)
Dodobbird.pixels.com