Poems by June Faramore

 

Wraith

a wraith stirs, hungry.
swallows past and future with.
no remorse or pain.

 

The Catch

shut away for.
many days.
there is no light.
and sound without.
connections causes.
the first stages of madness.

body stagnant, unable to move.
must remember the catch.
an easy way out.
flexing of fingers and legs.
try to hold on to the semblance of self.
the connection of body to mind.
it is tenuous.

as are all plans of desperation.
story must be told, there are.
so many who depend on this.
so many to die before the tide.
brings this chosen prison.
to shore between the towers.
must remember the catch.
must remember the catch.

 

Homeland

homeland filled.
with broken bodies.
and burnt children.
the air inside my box was sweeter.
while stealing across the sea.

coastline is the border crossed.
no rippling fjords of the North-
those were childish things,
barely formed when I saw them.
the first time I left.

a place, for want of finishing.
all failure seared to memory.
not mine, abandoned, now no one’s get.
free to find another life if not.
for fences and unbearble wet heat.

will ever-crushed, he held out a hand.
anyway, and returned the next night though.
I snarled like a feral thing, kindness.
the smallest part of life before.
repeated touch and the hope of purpose.

 

 

June Faramore is a poet, songwriter, and novelist from Baltimore, MD. Her 365 Days of Poetry blog can be found at http://junefaramore.com
 

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