"emotives" poems
We are on the hunt,
Hunting hunters, hunting.
And desolate travellers are we
Surprised by sinking ships
Wrapped in saran-wrap, forced to stick together
All reaching a Shakespearic end to a means that
never really mattered in the first place.
Is that what you believe now?
We are the players playing.
And we are the grey, sunken in eyes of a child needing sleep,
dreams of fishing for Nessie in the local lake,
far-fetched fantasies only exhausting the youth,
we are the needy needing.
Surprise me of your fleeting lost memories of old,
we are the laughter, laughers laughing.
We mock feeling, reality. The raw human emotives.
And we are the biting bile taste that follows slaughter and unsuspected chaos,
The moment pre-regret, where innocence is forever lost in a tossed about immoral sea. Salty and familiar.
And we are the prey, prayers preying
For things we can’t even remember like unmotivated love and a taste for fate.
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 4:05 PM UTC
painted bright as a poppy drops
on water in winter armour
endeared with pins through daring
words emotives that would fly
scramble. alert.
stand down
flutter arrested
attested to tempt;
at rest the
compression lump
chunks of red muscle lie against
wanton parting pout born by eyes.
there is no offer.
petals drop as remembrance
of a bi-partisan battle. disorder
beaten by bravehearts
that did not fall but threw themselves
on into slurry of sharp parts
slowly giving to drops of familial blood
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
Rain in Spruce Forest
Each dollop a microcosm of the psyche
Adding to the deluge of apathy
Ecstatic *********** from the heavens
Mother nature's offering of catharsis
Incontinent clouds accompanied by their entourage of emotives
Melancholic conception!
Lust for rain
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC