#ravine
“over drowned summits.
Still white backdrop:
Scattered farms, spiked chapels,
dead ravines, dams motionless in blue steel.”
- Andrey Gritsman, “Last Day Of The Year”
There is no hill
Over by the way -
Rather, there is a
deep ravine that carves
Against the land and
Crushes, erases
In vigorous strokes
All who dare to
Stray too close
Over drowned summits.
As they fall and fall,
There is no forgiveness.
There is fear -
There is despair -
And then there is
The disappointing wash
Of pained acceptance
There is just one
Moment of pause, of
Still white backdrop.
The eyes roam over all
That there is to see
In a world that is soon to
Disappear; to fade into
Darkness and silence and
Whatever else awaits,
To take in the views
Of the living land
One last time -
Scattered farms, spiked chapels.
We travel deeper and deeper and
In the dark, there is a near-silence
That shocks to the core,
Moreso than even the loudest noises.
And finally, the grand finale,
The dull thump of a body
(No one hears it - does the tree really fall?)
And the padded footsteps of a reaper
Having come to claim it’s own - of
Dead ravines, dams motionless in blue steel.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 10:30 PM UTC
Yeah, yeah
it may, very well, be so
we headed off the beaten path
the hell bound, way to go
The slippage in the dirt
or on the grassy knoll
tumbling the ravine
end over end, we roll
And when we hit the bottom
thrashed to a pulp, tenderized
contusions, cuts, and bruises
we'll be lucky, too have survived
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
cascading in my chest an ocean of thoughts
spills itself
and although beautiful-
the moment i stepped in, i began to drown
why do you seem so far away from me-
when i see you on the surface?
oh, right, it’s the ravine between us
it leaves me sunken
deep at the bottom
under blankets of blue
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 3:28 PM UTC