solitude sleeps
at a slow summer’s wallow
in madness
I muster
to miss you
will lost,
summoned chimes
in the clasp
of our past imposition
we splayed
into static imposters
what life is
in laughter
when farewells are left
and release
rends
but loose-leaded contrivance
returned
us to dust
swept
and rebelled
as the sun swore its vestigeof vengeance
the west burned
to weakness
before we could leave
sable clouds came
to wrest
and I
in this clement
caressed none
Max states: “I write about the things going on in my life. I am a feminist, humanist, cat loving musician bound by whimsy and the incessant analysis of hyper-vigilant observations. I am obsessed with words and rhythmically woven wordplay.” We are honored to have him as a member of our tribe. He writes at Max Or Not
Max said it all.
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Just haunting Max
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Beautifully melancholy verse from Max Meunier
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Oh wow. This was amazing.
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Always a pleasure to read you Max ❤
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this almost made me cry my friend. I have felt that pain too. You are truly a master craftsman of words. Achingly beautiful poem
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry.
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Reblogged this on Max or Not.
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Always full of beauty and the power to capture the mind’s eye with apparent ease x
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Max, you always keep me enthralled. ❤
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Max, Vol I was my first real exposure to your work. You have a fan in me <3<3<3
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I adore you to the roasting bud of your tear-tipped heart..
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