Hollow Ivy in the Bower Grave

by Aaron Michael Lynn, posted in Poetry

Find her, find her
in the hollow ivy
that dances in patterns
on the bricks of desolation,
in the small glitzes of light
that like a ghost in time
lurk in the space between the leaves
of the trees before they fall.
All I ever want is for the leaves on the trees to fall
because the trees are still beautiful
underneath it all; just like her.
And when at last the leaves have fallen
I will be blinded by the humble hues of rising sun,
by her eyes, by her thoughts curling up
the branches of her mind
like hollow ivy vines
reveling in the wake
of cerebral bower graves.

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Published by Aaron Michael Lynn

I am a marketing consultant and aspiring writer, with a major in English and a minor in history. I have been writing poetry consistently since my senior year of high school and have since published three poetry books and three novels. I have also written several songs and a few short stories. I also wrote and published a trilogy of novels, my Troika book series. I am currently working on a large-scale multi-book fantasy series that I am very excited about! Writing is a part of my every day, and I would have trouble finding meaning or the will to keep going without it.

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