Poetry by Supernova
THE RABBIT CAUGHT
A snare? In you?
Yet did you know I went this way,
So set the snare for my defeat,
Or innocent, was it a trap you long forgot--
And I--the rabbit caught?
And do you wear a string of pelts around your belt?
Or let the carcase--unknown--rot?
My fool eye--
Who once, though hurt, escaped the snare
To come so near the loop once more.
To ground! Away, my little one,
To burrow near the barren nest
THE HUES OF BLUES
by my muse
I like the Blues.
You must understand,
I can't sing.
when I need to cry the Blues,
I read Langston Hughes.
His soul has grown deep like the rivers.
NIGHT LIFE
In sleep, I came and touched your feet
And wrapped around your weary limbs
And softly stole the web of soul
Inside.
That I were death,
Then you would freely die.
