MONOPOLE

Everywhere the gray-green came up to Meet the dying winter sky And the trees amongst them Were heavy with longing for The Spring that wouldn’t come. I pass and see the steady fence destroyed Restored and dead along the tracks. It stays with me in part, through the impression of a hay field and a dip in the ravine. The hills Beneath the fence posts, The grass in shades of green Belong with me, as I with them become One, by one, by one. I pass and see the steady fence in ruins

“dandelion parapet” whimsical shoes remorseful they don’t walk more a cup worth of soup making love on a cool spring morning to a tin can garnering ideas cultivates a sense of existing everything boils down but still nothing gets defined the challenge has always been coming to terms with that #poem #poetry #dandelion #parapet #newromantacism

the lonely boy slowly slipped away against all things refined, awakening then one morning to find the sound of his own breath echoing off the mountains his self-squalor has adorned. such walls the lonely boy had created by sheer hard-headedness and earnestness of will. obliging that which he has for so long forgotten to know, the lonely boy grew into a lonelier young man; though, in spite of himself, he scaled hitherto indivisible bounds. always are the seasons going; alone i