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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.

The Weight of Wait

The Weight of Wait


Patience is a Vulture

Stealing minutes

Tearing flesh

Off the rib     

Eve gave me.

Time is a Bitch

Who deserves

Her clothes stolen.

Return my sanity

And I’ll give back

Your night cover.
Mark Antony Rossi
Mark is a poet, playwright and author of eight books.


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