Revelation’s power overwhelms
in lightning strike or silence
the shock comes in how everything keeps on continuing as it should
hiccups of pain don’t disturb the universe one iota. and tears are lost in the dark. Still I cry. Aware none marks the passing.
Tag: Poetry
This Stone
the size of a stone smoothed
turning over
in my throat
a gauge of pain
i cough to clear the betrayal
i cough to clear the lies
the weight of this stone
a sparkplug
a grapefruit
a boulder
no the size of this Stone
a lozenge not fitted enough
Worth places
i have placed my worth in very few hands
and today was a whipping
as he rests sweetly
extended one hand
I’m choking
and leaking
a bad robot a misplaced charm
and squeezing myself smaller
crack
into a new type
determined
less dependent
something toothed and growling
a scampering grown weary in my heart
an innocence skinned and left to dry in the sun
The Time
what death trips off your tongue more easily than your own
for no buckling in breath precedes it
no start of recognition of love no. it hollow hopes not in all pallor stirs not the water meant to be stirred
a field without handhold
a glass without reward of Truth
locked within
a beating bird striking again again
the time
The Wall
vaulted
sweet reverie beyond walls so high
i Pierce the heavens yet not the top of that precipice
halted
steps burnt in ant-like lines become a bonfire at its foot
jump!
i dare not mock Majesty with triviality
though climb through seven layers
I’d dip in fatigue
unprepared
this brick
this wood
this cemented monstrosity
aye, I am but man
and death a door i cannot leap
though burst my hands in pleasing strikes
and pleading
yet
so quick thy hand did pass through
fog to thy touch
cobbled rock
how this trick of mist
which i twist
solid
contends a ghost
you’ve ever been
What Is Life
and what is life
when unrecorded
not even ash
in the mouth of fire
yet such tendrils of being
warp the personalities
and landscapes
a void yawning presence
a bull rushing headlong into the fence
a ball swift-stricken impacting fence
a dent implying life
or hail
though no words echo strike
and pockmarks fade
what is life
mysterious thread
in the nest of the Robin
beyond the fence tilting through the brush
And what of you
And what of you
Nature chides
the silence blooms
Humming song
hum little bluebird
song spent in morn
thy breast thwhistles
thy feathers kerfuffle
aye straight through the needle
of sleep dare climb i
dragging my blankets behind
Sun
sun rises
is pricked by a mountaintop
leaks over Gossamer Valley
Insecurity
today felt tight
wrapped round like a string
a red sun
throbbing
i feel sideways
a walker about to faint
the cave of my knees
angling me so far
so far back
i feel
isn’t that enough
i feel harried helpless harangued cornered
i feel like a magician
pulling himself
from the hat
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