The Scarlet Thread Anthology: The Desert

If I should be a tree in the desert, I’d be fein to ask myself, “From whence came I?” You understand, there are cacti and there is sand; But none such as me! If I should have my roots in sifting sands, I’d often ask myself, “Where is the water that I must have?” If … Continue reading

The Scarlet Thread Anthology: The Rhyme of Samson Dime

Dime was seated in a chair one day, And watched the breeze and daffodils together play. Of his shoes and socks he quickly got rid, And gazed at a cloudy conglomerate he did. What the heavens advertised was neither wholesome nor good – (You’ll pardon me if my words are uncalled-for or rude) And retreat … Continue reading

The Scarlet Thread Anthology: Winds of Change

My fingers whisper as I caress the dream-swept balustrade; Tacit sorrow that melts like The mountains in molten sunlight. A porcelain vase lingers too Close to the edge. Now a beautiful phantasm in My mind, you lingered here, too, But still my heart can find no quietude In a soul that rages with melancholy and … Continue reading

The Scarlet Thread Anthology: War-Torn Kite

And in the streets, as the lights fade away into concrete sutures, The eternity of a smile, the fleeting whisper, Speaks a kiss embroiled in shadow. Standing between life and death, Obscure faces gaze at forgotten corners, And wither into crevices of the mind. Standing there beside me, each whisper collides and suffuses the air. … Continue reading

The Scarlet Thread Anthology: Fog of Love

In the crib of a lonely silence, In the arms of a morning mist, Lies the beauty of this world. It is not the emerald grass that has been burnished by dew of day, It is not the dulcet harmony of the little sparrows that sing and fly away. It cannot be the rhythm of … Continue reading

The Scarlet Thread Anthology: Joie de Vivre

Clutching my fate, I stare out of the window with a start, And as I bob into a quiet reverie, I notice the darkness in my heart. All love has gone, all hope has died, My sanity scattered, my dreams were denied. Feeling cold, feeling dead, My heart is black, no longer red. And like … Continue reading

The Scarlet Thread Anthology: Cobblestones

I walk along cobblestone streets, where my footsteps echo, And I am found underneath the caustic lights, my breath a neon cloud in the moon’s lambent shadow. The streets are adorned in litter; confetti of a faded dream. They speak, but they say nothing. Dark figures of a haunting sameness that has robbed their spirits. … Continue reading

The Scarlet Thread Anthology: Cinders

I sit and listen to silent memories as the callous hands of winter caress My skin in a bitter, precarious romance. The cold is my mistress, but my love for you hasn’t frozen. And despite the chill, and the solitude…I endeavor to remain jovial, for birds sing their dulcet melodies with the symphony of the … Continue reading