Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Mythological blues

merritt waldon Avatar  Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled Mythological blues which was written by poet merritt waldon. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by merritt waldon

Best Merritt Waldon Poems

+ Fav Poet

Mythological blues

Sometimes, when I step on holy land, my skin breathes flame.

The earth is a bouncing betty.
What sun am I, born of war, drowning in blood;
that pools like mercury?
Thunder bolts in the brain,
messages mistranslated.
                                We forget we're all heroes,
in the true kingdom.
                                There are times when the
Valkyr howl for nights on end.
                                A furious incantation.
Off road, no four wheel drive. There are too many
Electricity runs. It's water in our veins not blood.
So of course water can turn to blood.
Conjealed carbon integration of void
& soil.
What child am I? born of war,
Born of graves and tongue?
What projection of ghosts am I? traveling at light speed
Overlapping tranquility.

Forever misfired in to the heart?

OUr hearts can't take the shock of divinity that drips
on to these pages; my winged combat boots fuel the quest.
I am forever.
                   I am constantly being picked from teeth, scraped
from feet; drank from glasses.
A tree falls with an axe swing; a soul fling.
Seeing how far the soul can stretch before the blade hits.
Bone hollow.

                 Don't you feel me in every molecule of being?
                 Who am I?
Mirror wounded and unhealable, no matter
what the Oracle says....

There is no one.


Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.