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Withering Heights

O breast, broke and bruised, hide your hollows

Tho tears will fall, the night will call,

Calling, calling from the shadows

Beam beckons, bent orb, O twisted smile

Ego chipped, firmly gripped, gripped denial,

Falling, falling far amongst the shadows

Woe, withered, worn, wind whimpers

Tragically torn, torn and twisted,

Wallowing, wallowing in the shadows 

White light, a new day born, still, I'm sworn

Hiding, hiding from the light,

Swallowed, swallowed by the shadows 



This was inspired by my first reading of Walt Whitman

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John Fleming

Date: 8/12/2025 3:24:00 PM

Nicely penned, Randy! :) john. p.s Whitman's poem you refer to certainly is a great poem.

Randy Freie
Date: 8/12/2025 3:30:00 PM

Thanks John, I'm particularly proud of this one. I really wanted to take my time for my 1000th poem. I appreciate all your kind words.