#seared
no ripple
on glistening pond
bucolic greenery
greeted sweet mornings
like apple muffins
dusted with
spice
pathways through
rainforest's half-light
hushed cathedral
birdsong rang true
retrieved to senses
a lilting lullaby's melodic
notes
then machinery
of life's happenchance
seared through undergrowth
chainsaw's presence
halted paradise
lacerations on earth's
lungs
reverberations hit
tremors appear
reach beyond
borders coddled close
as things find a new
place to roost and
grow
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
The pain ripped through my body
Tearing apart my muscles
Electricity shot through my arms
Sending sparks down my veins
My heart pounded against its cage
Each thump threatening to break free
My stomach boiled in its own acid
Sizzling as the bile rose in my throat
Hot tears rolled down my cheeks
Searing my skin as they trailed
One word drummed through my mind
Never
Each time it hammered my skull shook
Never
The hopeless finality of Never
It screamed in a skull splitting screech
Never
would I be happy
Never
would I be myself
Never
would I be free.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 8:31 PM UTC
we've been perched on the hot seat
from this weather there's no retreat
a week of the sun pouring scorn
no wonder we're feeling so worn
day break confirms more of its beat
reprieve not coming to the pleat
air temps truly stifling of bleat
they're so draining our seared corn
we've been perched on the hot seat
summers not being a pleasant treat
consistent the burn of defeat
far too much of it did adorn
we await a cooler fall morn
to breeze in with a notice neat
we've been perched on the hot seat
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
who will run
gauntlet fierce
scythe held high
through thicket thorns
emerge alive
stay sane
hours fuse to
decades spent
begging bird song
soothe dispel
savage sordid
scenes
crows confer
callous cold
steal each fractured day
as suffocation
stymies step
yet he walks free
not one escaped
each tender bud
torn in turns
as all around
walked on by
blind to ****
are all afraid
mesmerized
by podium power
pious privilege
feigned
masking sleight of hand
will someone stand
despite the odds
counter hallowed hall
covert thugs' threats
of slow death
if we tell
who can dare
scarred mirror asks
shatter code hushed
defy hypnotic trance
risk life and limb
to speak
or has their curse
rendered lame
those not killed
left to bleed
alone in shadows'
listless lanes
eyes stare
probe, confront
in mirror fogged
I wipe them dry
distraught no flame remains
I can sustain
to fuel the fight
and stagger on
through forest blaze
of justice failed
as cries of children
sear the night
while
he
still
breathes
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
child moans mute
plight pools
brewed
strife
grey days dank
split robes
seared
****
time plots sighs
mourns lost
trust
life
dreams weep joy
stroke scenes
once
viewed
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC