Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

for one who would be my master...

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46671/mulberry-fields

"...wild
berries warm a field of bones
bloom how you must i say"

9.22.20

am i alice to you?


painted by your glow
i'm still bones
with blooms' marvel
rising from sockets
amid the stones
marking my eternal decay
for a servant
who died long ago
not undead, not alive for you
I say, killed
hushed in the harsh field
my skull shall lay


10.7.20
there, i added a poem rather than just one lone comment on the poem with reference to alice.