"anticlinal" poems
How long does it last
When it's forever
Rolled into the past
Running a fever
True colors, broad cast
One day as ever
All together, done
When another eon lies
Folding into none
Lows and highs
Whispers of old stone
Buried in the skies
Past time paralized
In incessant news
Eternal life sized
Waves of letting loose
Surfaces incised
From current abuse
Whatever goes back
Whatever waters away
Slips into the cracks
Only a matter of day
Some days cut deep
Most are lost to sleep
Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 1:51 PM UTC
I’ve watched you move dust from the earth
With every speck turned into gold;
I’ve watched you sweep the ashes from the hearth
And thus, grief is laden in the mold.
I’ve seen you maneuver a ship on sail
Like a deity between the land and sea;
I’ve seen you move past through the hail
And the trees swayed with their leaves at plea.
I’ve noticed your stillness through the dark
In which it seemed so delightfully right;
I’ve noticed the bareness you left as a mark
When the ambience had turned sour at night.
I’ve recalled your defiance amid the rudiments
In which I found such beauty in nothingness;
I’ve recalled your anticlinal sentiments
Thus, how could one like the breadth less?
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC