3 Winter Lunes

Wood smoke hangs heavy
Air can’t move
Still as frozen time

A heart just broken
Finds no peace
Walking winter roads

He left her sitting
She left him
Barely still a man


 

(“3 Winter Lunes” – 2-23-2014)

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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