poetry – Page 3 – RootsRewound

Heartbeat

I endure under the baking of Your Sun Not patiently – no saint I – but wait And watch the relentless heat break the stillness. How can nothingness be so much? I am overwhelmed by the endless sand and sky. They stretch and cover and consume my past, Breaking it down under the frailty ofContinue reading “Heartbeat”

I Am Half Sick of Shadows

Allusions to, and outright quotes of, this line of Tennyson’s “The Lady of Shallott” in two novels I’ve read recently sent me back to the poem. I haven’t read it in over a decade and found it an entirely new experience this time. I remember reading it in Brit Lit as sophomore in college (while I should have beenContinue reading “I Am Half Sick of Shadows”