Treblemaker

Treblemaker

NY

YWP Alumni Advisor

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Loves

  • As the Crow Lands

    As the Crow Lands on the Grave- 

    Black secrets stir in every face; 

    A fountain in the moonbeam riven— 

    Spend her gone like an adversity.  

     

    The Graves began to Multiply 

  • Writers Block

    Normally words flow right out 

    Normally thoughts come running 

    Writing it down 

    Before they can run away  

     

    Sitting now 

    Looking around 

    Nothing running 

  • Fiction

    By ominous poet

    Persephone

    Persephone was tired. Tired of being nothing more than the daughter of a nearly forgotten goddess, of being a sweet innocent nymph, a girl content to frolic in fields under the sun.

  • First Snow

    The first snow I saw this year was in a cemetery.

    An old, abandoned cemetery.  

    The small, barely perceptible flakes fell, 

    Bitter as any of the old graves, 

  • Firefly Catcher

    I’ve never caught a firefly

    I guess I’ve never tried,

    I wouldn’t want to trap their life

    To keep them bottled up inside

     

    But maybe I should get a jar