Violet

drowned in a pool of violet
the windows pour forth invisible echos
the leaking panes - my decrepit house-
leaking against a flooding ocean.
the fluids mix one in another
the colour is no more diluted.
still violet.
it remains outside
holding the house together -
tape on a house of cards
it does little good to pursue
orange, persimmon or other hues;
for blind are the lanterns
that guide those with-out
soon the lanterns'll drown too,
in a pool of violet hue.

poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers
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A Simple Thread

How Fate dreams to subdue me.
Her Pale blue green dactyls
Sweeping the sweat of laboring
from her pious brow
Her effort strained against
the forces prevailing to
Construct my end their way.
Oh, Fate - beautiful colossus
Harpy of misery and ruin.
Your eyes gleam ferocity
jealous of talents made mortal
Ruinous of the fleshy beings-
you steal their glory short.
Sheer robes and veils of dreams
mask your true form, Fate.
Deamoness of false hopes and pride.
Gleefully smiting down the wouldbe's
Would without your ruin
Be evermore remembered mythic forms
Will now lay forgotten

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poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers
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