Poem-A-Day: Day 35

Resting in Ease

The scent stays for days.
It’s a blend of familiarity
and unadulterated comfort;
a head resting.


 It’s a scene of calm violence
 tearing to shreds complacency,
 and the sagacity of probity
 of a head resting.


The sense of decorum
is an emulation of home décor;
an absolutely beautiful mess
between two dead resting.


 It’s serene in tragic
 passion of memories passing
 over, and past the thoughts
 of two dead resting.