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Edgar Gordon May 2016
A dark cloud precipitates above me,
and it begins to fall,
but does nothing to wash away the pain.

I stand here, wet.
My darkened clothes start to weigh me down.
Pulling me towards the ground.
I don't have the energy to stay standing any more.

Facing down into a puddle of my tears,
I hope it's deep enough to drown me.
Edgar Gordon May 2016
The note is held,
the emotion resonates deeper,
waves of understanding as the song extends much further.

A hand is raised,
a thousand and one rise with it,
reach to the heavens,
lift this song up higher.

The chord fades and the song has ended,
but the beat of their hearts echoes it for much longer,
the music has reached their souls,
and the song wont be forgotten,
until the last listener.
  May 2016 Edgar Gordon
Eliza Fairchild
The pitter patter of rain echos through the soil,
sending a message in morse code.

Biological clocks begin to turn as fungi wake from their slumber.
Hyphae radiate outward, mapping the skin of the earth,
a living neural network woven into the soil of the forest.
Edgar Gordon May 2016
I can still taste that sweet kiss,
lingering,
turning,
sour,
goodbye.
Edgar Gordon May 2016
And now the seeds are sown,
and now the seedlings rise,
and now the sun will shine,
and now the life will grow.

And soon the wheat will stand,
and soon we reap the harvest,
and soon we eat the grain,
and soon we drink the milk.

And then the sun shall set,
and then the snow will fall,
and then the ground will freeze,
and then the earth will stop.

Life gives way to life,
and then it gives in to death
Edgar Gordon May 2016
The roots are old,
wrinkled,
hunched shoulders,
long and thin.
The trunk is still strong,
reliable,
holding up young branches.
Branches still growing,
haven't quite decided where they end yet.
Leaves younger still,
fruit yet to fall,
new trees shall soon grow.

Me, my father, my father's father, and his father before that.

Fruit yet to fall,
new families shall soon grow
Edgar Gordon Apr 2016
I am not my Father's son.
He has abandoned me,
I abandon him.

Violence,
and depravity.
Hatred,
and sin.

They come from within.

Why would,
he let this be?
I know,
he hates me.

I am not my Father's son.
He did not conceive me,
I conceived of him.
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