Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

Welcome to my word.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Wind Rises

sparrow molts on the window ledge
a fallen feather
clings to the maplewood
stabbed by a splinter
Summer moons die in embers
and rise in the
flaming leaves
icicled twigs
pollen frosted buds
and humming heat again
but the feather never evolves.
flattened by gravity
the down, speared by the sill,
no longer flutters, not even in thunderstorms.

©2014 Lex Vex
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