Beyond

Beyond

crimson roses,

await barbaric thorns;

and,

within

lacquered coffins,

lie shells,

unborn.

.

Beyond

soft, white wolves,

appear burgundy-stained fangs;

and,

within

well-fed princes,

spring other hunger pangs.

.

Beyond

seasons of spring,

advance plans to die;

and,

within

youths’ ingenuity,

withered age still asks, “Why?”.

Beyond, Tamara Yancosky

Beyond, Tamara Yancosky

 

 

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5 Comments

  1. Beautifully expressed, Tamara. You obviously took great care to chose just the right words. Something stirred your heart.

    Vital to remember a dark tide often seeps to the surface. Just as important, though, to consider that the only reason malevolence appears to be so dark in the first place is because light surrounds it. The “Beyond” beyond the beyond.

    Do I get a prize for typing that three times?

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