A Poem: "The Third Night"

The Third Night
By Jenna Reimer

Our way is in the breeze flowing
Amongst all the trees, all their boughs,
All their leaves; an imperfect vice.
The transparencies that, too, is imperfect
bond our breath
Into one lucid sigh of leadened-love.
My eye is your eye within a shade
Of ballooned moonlight
Where we drift into an unfinished bliss;
An imperfect virtue.
We will never drag our hunger and stay,
Artless like stones against a barren sky.

A Much Needed Update!! - A Poem

The Barren
By Jenna Reimer

In the end you are weary of this abandoned world.
Among your fetishes in a weak and soulless flame
That fume a sky of clouded doubt and unknown,
Where a fury of scarred electric stars and blazing moons
Exist in a furnace of cobalt and crimson hollows,
You tremble in a league admit a blinded fleet.
Drifting ashes brush the faces of preset men
Wanting to walk home and simply retire.
Yet, you launch into a solemn slumber,
Aloft the drift of deep delirium in an exiled sleep;
Dying in a tamed and watchful sorrow.

"Trap Lines" By Jenna Reimer

The softest feet are crisply straying
Throughout a dark wood.
Thickets brush against the innocence
Of a young boy- tired and afraid.
Lost amongst towering trees,
The hierarchy of the natural world,
His mind strolls about thirsty.

What was once his open heart,
Caring for the secret livings
Of whatever roams the forest,
Is forgotten; the twilight of a sullen moon
transforms the earth
Into the frighteningly unfamiliar.

A keen wind flays
Screaming trees with a light snow;
Stifling the boy from hope to terror.
A childhood memory destroyed
By a dream of a doom
And a peeling sky that lost its worth
And abandoned him.

(Artwork: "Dark Forest" By Min Woo Bang; www.fineartamerica.com)