Monday 11 November 2019

2 Poems by David Faunt LeRoy


Tears that well, but cannot fall
From branches hang rain-pearls
Donned in moonlight capes

Anticipation palpable

One side of a coin
We toss too willingly
Into the air

What could sprout
From cheek-trenches
A beautiful thing to behold

The carvings of tears and rain

"Distended Herd"

Left unto my own devices
I devour till my demise

I envy nature so decisive
Choosing what lives and dies

The earth doesn't grieve
For the young lost beast

As it is made the lion's feast

Oh, how desperately I cling
To my emaciated faults


David lives in Spokane, WA with his wife and two dogs. He enjoys their company greatly.

No comments:

Post a Comment