A dream lies dead—no flowers laid,
No mourning veil, no prayers prayed.
At thirty-five, the weight of years,
A talked-off ear, a well-worn tear.
For a sad lady, skies stay gray,
Time in years—steady—decays.
Distance acts done in empty halls,
Pridefulness fades, the braggart falls.
For want of something better still,
A letter from Lesbia chills.
A fairly sad tale, a certain view,
A pig’s-eye glance at literature’s truth.
Chant for dark hours, cherry white,
Experience dims the fairest light.
A fable told, a coda spun,
Finis writes—our work is done.
A Dream Lies Dead
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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal
Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.
Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.
Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.
Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.
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