poetry by j matthew waters

the lost son of venus and mars

once a messenger of love
he finds himself grounded
trying to flex his broken wings

he walks barefoot on forest trail
bow in hand and empty quiver
strapped across his shoulder

hunger had set in days ago
his canteen containing but a few
drops of morning dew

determined to save himself
he calls upon the heavens
to pierce his ailing heart

april two thousand sixteen
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2 thoughts on “the lost son of venus and mars

  1. I love how the title works as part of the poem

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