#marsh
Green to amber,
And amber to brown;
Reflective blue
To a tumultuous gray.
Glimmering dew
Now a shining frost.
The sun,
Once beaming overhead
Now longingly gazes sideways,
Bestowing a more gentle light
Over the delicate landscape.
The marsh is ever changing,
But I feel the same.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
summer, marsh concert
wind blows reeds
herons, bullfrogs' songs
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
Draped in a cloudy cloak,
The light is filtered
Onto this marsh once more.
But a crack near the horizon
Lets some straggling beams fall,
And reflect off the salty water.
Now all the marshen rivers
Are made of liquid gold.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
A dulling gold plain
split into many pieces
by the high tide water.
The water flows steadily,
a rather small motion
that breaks the illusion
of stagnant salty ice.
the concrete bridge
stands like a gravestone;
marking the time of old,
and barely intact
to see the present hour.
The unfiltered sun
shines ever so brightly,
as if a golden amber blanket
is lain caringly upon
this dead winter marsh,
giving it light,
giving it life.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
I let him know how I smiled at the way his hand fitted inside of mine, and oh how I fancy his love, but instead of love all he handed me whatever he found laying around, and an unwanted bye.
I let him know I love him with no gray areas attached. If you know him, then you know he has a heart that is hard to catch. shielded by a rain-forest of mirrors glazed over in metallic black.
Still, in my darkest hour, I muster up holocausts of hope, as I watched my love and what he called love to walk away on a free falling tightrope. I could hear his words faintly in the distance over and over again.
"In time what will be will be".
"In time what will be will be".
"In time what will be will be".
His words felt less like a song and more like our eulogy, but I am still hopeful and will love him until my heart is worn out. I will not let my mouth forbid me to speak what my heart needs him to hear.
What do you do with a heart that won’t give up or let go, what has let go of it? But I am still hopeful like twins in a crowded womb, hopeful like waiting for a chance.
And one day I will teach my soul to give sunlight back to the sun and continue to hold the dear words Jonathan never sang.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
Voices
wispering
"hush dear, be safe with us"
Sounds
of whimpering
"liars, don't listen, don't make a fuss"
Creature
talking
"you can't pretend, in your head it's all about us"
...
My reflection
mirrored in a strangers frown
creature creeping
underneath my gown
is it me, sweeping
give to whom it belongs, this heavy crown
In your pictures
the conflict hides
through pretty gestures
beauty subsides
and love with its tiring lectures
I don't give a ****
about your empty phrases
turned down praises
Watch me pull the plug
Your insincerity amazes
as I watch you feast on a deers pluck
You're not a dog
all you do is bark
getting rid of carcasses at the bog
listen closely and hear the lark
we all get lost in the fog
see if you can catch a spark
listen closely and hear the frog
you will see me in the dark
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
(2017)
O' marshes!
Swallow up the gale
Which farthest I could hear,
Ne'er I belong such privilege
By myrtle over there.
Recollecting where the pod
To whom I left behind,
The continent,
The humble swamps,
Surpassing us again.
E.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
The flesh flies buzz on the old bog,
Tattered, forgotten in the forest of tainted dreams.
The foul air, in its humid fever,
Carries the stench of death, and secrets between friends.
The muck, thick and rot with fears,
And time too, seems to lose itself in the swamp's embrace.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
"You deserve better"
I don't want better,
If better isn't him.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
There's a lady in the morning fog
who feeds on porcelain thoughts,
And she haunts the edges March.
There are no five point dancers
With their evening red and gold.
Ready and willing to tumble and fall.
Just her, alone; In the bog
listening to us all.
The beasts only swim, crawl, and fly
By the Sycamore, rotten and petrified.
In Death there is life
And all ears are amplified.
"Testify."
**"Are you the soul that brings fear?
The Specter of my own Heresy?
Get off the wind and answer me.
Will you light the wild and chant the Lord's Prayer?"**
*"Through all my inequities I'll never
know sin like you.
Whip the poor and condemn the youth.
Blame the ******
Clergymen tend to always do.*
"We are justified!
**To do what we do
Is the work of the lord!
Truth will always bend
To the ambassadors' works."**
The feast is for the thin, chalked with divine
And those on shore: honest and rectified.
Breath is man's plight,
And all eyes lie.
There's a man waiting at the edge of dawn
Who purges a man of his own thoughts
He owns his defiled marsh.
There are no five point answers
Without their threaded holes
Steadily fulfilling to us all.
Just him, enthroned; on a rock
Judging us as we fall.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
A trickle, a glimmer,
a ray of hope.
Starting from nothing,
Ending to elope.
Fights in the middle,
Smiles in between.
Whatever happens to us,
this is the best I've been.
I love you so much today,
I'll love you even more tomorrow,
The love we have can never leave me hollow.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
Marsh and Cope
lovers locked in embrace
took it upon themselves
to make each other great
by destroying what they had
all the while
mapping new life with old bones.
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
You are a hard ghost to pin down
my will-o'-the-wisp
If I approach you . . .
you recede
If I back up . . .
you approach
But you never let me touch you
My marsh lover
A light unto my heart
Burns where I cannot touch
Cold flames of blue leave me
No traces of heat upon my lips
My heart shivers from lack of loves inferno
The strength of my skin
Cannot be measured
The merit of my bones
Cannot be weighed
Nor will my love be finite
Caged or displayed
My lips seek soft wet kisses
That reign down on my soul
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Next to the marshes
The muddy smell fills my nose
The cat tails shutter
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC