Poetry: “September” + “Reign”

S E P T E M B E R

She was quite fond of autumnal splendour.

The gathered wrinkles of her sweater dress 

The scent of cottonwood trees and rain showers bare

A tender ballast to a life so burdensome 

An ode to the grandeur of seasoned pleasure,

And the etchings of a dim utterance that teased her so.


R E I G N 

She woke with illustrated pleasure

The aversion to any and all rationale

For the gruelling impulse and prosaic madness

Incited a conscious, careless throe

So that she may bare her flawed wit 

And weightless words for the world to see

As she waited desperately for the apogee

So that she may compose yet another piece.

 

The longhand mimicry,

Of a work she lived,

Of the work she breathed.

 

For this was all she had ever wanted to be

 

Free.

 

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