"avalance" poems
on a back of hurricane…
I’m living in a small place called HOPE
beneath the avalance…
I’m standing on one narrow space called FAITH
such a gloomy home..such a quiet place..
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
The Terrifying Realisation
that this could be the
Certain beginning
to the
Certain end
The echoed shot reaching
the peak of the white-capped mountains
An imperceptible rumble felt in the spirit
rather than heard in the ear
soft rush of an Avalance of tiny
infiniteinvisible
particles
Intent on our Destruction
From the vantage point of solitude and isolation
we watch in rapt fascination
as
one
by
one
the lights of our countries go out
It's hard to imagine that anyone could
witness our timely end.
Yet all the world's citizens
through screens and eyes
words and sounds
Experience the last things they'll ever do
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC