Written in the Color of My Love

By LaBruyere in fixedform on

Blackest ink, the color of my love, Has carved the snowy footsteps in the night; Compelled to venture where the land grows rough And wrapped in breathlessness like candlelight, Composing notes you may find good enough. Be carved in snowy footsteps of the night And melting snow. With ink as…

Poisoning Muses

By LaBruyere in blood on

And you are why I write My pen ink-poison dipped Unsettling, hopeless sight. May muses thus be gripped, Transfixed as blood flows out Where wing-like pen was clipped. And may I never doubt The force of pouring ink To ease the come-about Of everything I think On paper, writ in…