“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label emotion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotion. Show all posts
Saturday, May 4, 2019
Respiration; Exhale
Late afternoon, predusk
Crystal beads balance in between blades
And I wonder how the dew does
Survive the day,
Like me.
All the change and energy
exhausted.
Exhaled more than I took in.
Eyelids spread wide
I steal the last flakes of golden sun
And hold my breath
Because it's all I know I can do
and besides
(myself)
my heart is simply too heavy
To lift this evening.
Painting by Henri-Edmond Cross, 'The farm, evening' c. 1893 [Public domain].
Friday, May 3, 2019
Buried alive
My heart thumps
apeish pounding
and I try to keep my fangs
tucked in.
Wired and winded
together, denial was the
black matter
we refused to identify.
Barbaric as it Be,
pacing ourselves
in our cages, deepening the ruts,
muddy we get
stuck
unable to climb out
of our graves.
Painting by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, 'Mountain Forest Path' c. 1919 [Public domain].
Monday, September 4, 2017
Best wishes
as of lately, over the years.
It was
when the pieces of to-day come
to-gether, jagged edges
fit like drifting continents
Mean-while
I feel the Red Sea churning in me,
a chemical nadir or lake-effect
chill, the miasma of yester-day
post-comatose and
it all seems circumstantial.
To each their own:
Reaction, dreams-re-action, re-sponse
in a more vulnerable way,
most appreciated
On Sundays
with all the
preaching, humility,
and alms, atonements that sound
off, and on
faint echoes-chants of fury flare up
As I smolder
screens and screams of forgiveness
do not alleviate the weight,
some may say, silently changing forms
from matter to steam
was all one should wish for
one another.
Painting by Frank Buchser, 'Portrait of a young woman' 1868 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Painting by Frank Buchser, 'Portrait of a young woman' 1868 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
The disaster in me
Gasp
gusty winds aloft
Tremble
strings of faulty nerves
Flooded
emotional levee buckles
damned
storm
surges
Quaking knees
collapse
Heat waves
carried by ripping currents
that pull me deeper
nearer
the purple flame
Fire
accelerated
I am a natural disaster.
Image by Leonardo da Vinci, 1517-1518, Natural Disaster [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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