Showing posts with label quicksand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quicksand. Show all posts

Friday, November 10, 2017

Quicksand in the hourglass


Turned overnight into the shadow,
an ominous space easily overlooked-

devoid of light in this dire dilemma
of grasping at grains, starlit seeds of time,

accepting these days that display
traces of altered spin-
and small places
for sin.

Take out the woven-store the sheer.
Year after year, resort
the bookshelves
by ilk
and most pointed dagger,

Titles,
those names mean nothing
-Placeholders-
arm your selves
about the fire and ice, in these
extremities, inside and isolated,
the glass steams up,
the walls smolder around the skins,

and the colder they get,
the deeper they sink
into the thickest of thoughts.

Tucked in this virtuous blackness,
the rest had no peace,

and the sand moved slowly
towards what could only be hours.



Painting by Sebastiano Ricci, c. 1706 in [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.




Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Unearthed


Raw. Now, ready to keep going.
In a moment-invisible-ceases to Be
wholly occupied-full-filled.
We have all lied.
We have all stood others up to and for-
There is no way around,
only through and through
- - -exposure- - -
...
We may stare-bluntly, we may mention Growth
and add up layers, like scars
To become better
prepared when encountering naked, knowing bodies
swallowed as photogenic duplicates.

We want to match the magic
of new skin,
out of regeneration
as it stands
with consumption,
levels, assumptions,
quicksand and ice in the air
leaves us thirsting.

The water all runs off...


Painting by Winslow Homer, 'Weary' (1898) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Tres (trace)

Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...