Flashes of light to mark the end
Explosions in the sky
Necks craned as colours hypnotize
Fire and sulphurous smoke
Immolate the year’s end
Asphyxiate
Choke
Burn it all away
Resolutions and lost hopes
Scorched away by coloured flame
Monthly Archives: December 2021
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Tidal Thoughts
These fleeting moments of ambition, bubbling to the surface before bursting. I try my best to nurture them. Long, sleepless nights, spent at my bedside, head cradled in hands. Tumultuous depths, disturbances, then placid once again. Reflection comes back into view. Temporary clarity, then chaos renewed. Is this progress? Is this regression? I wonder in endless tides, rising and falling, often caught in shallow pools. Vain attempts at ruling these small worlds within worlds.
Biting
Arms crossed, perched upon an ice box
Rod tucked under arm
Cold days of early winter
Fingers feeling numb
Somewhere deep in thought
Broken only for a moment as the line goes taut
The clock sets
Lost under horizon
Marking the end
Homeward goes the fisherman
Transfixed
Idle time
Light dancing in the dark
The candle burns
Wax drips in fits and starts
Sputtering
Tendrils of gray smoke
Rays of flame
Drawing me in close
Moth with ashen wings
Fluttering
Immolation soon complete
Frail
Object of desire
Empty within
Shell of a shell
True oblivion
An egg of painted glass
Infinite caution could see it everlast
Cracks form at the lightest touch
Fragility
Bound to destruct
Stitching
I’ve known strange days
Hidden away in memory
Interplay between past and present feelings
I’ve strayed away
Withdrawn into my mind
Tried to learn the act of healing
To seal the wounds I can reach
Weep…
For those that run too deep
Wind Wail
Sun sets, giving rise to the wind
Scouring the earth
Leaves little but oblivion
Destruction in its’ wake
Another night, feeling nearby timbers quake
Awake
Suspended by thin nerves
Cataclysm
Wailing through the woods
Shuddering Gale
Buffeted
Awning bucks in the wind
Tree trunks tremble
Torn limb from limb
Lights flicker
Early warning in effect
Windows shudder as I’m taking two steps back
Violent forces knocking at the door
Deadbolt and bar
Weathering the storm
Restless Coast
Sleep comes in fits
Hours flit by like moths at the window
I gather my thoughts
Spell them out in lights
Similar allure
Eyes from the unknown
Often lost
Denizens of night
Drawn to beacons
These towers of the mind
Souls caught on the wind
At my window, they arrive
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