James Marshall Goff Poet Free verse

Silenced Sparks

With no place to hide, the atelier of this poet, abides. Ticking of fires cooling can be heard, the rise and fall of virus eating man's soul.

Rage has sucked the oxygen of all but those who have become translucent in the wave sweeping over our village.

Drumbeats grew louder at first, vibrations coursing through all living things. Crimson and carmine emerged in vivid dreams, air escaping in desperate gasps as lungs collapsed in explosive tephra from retreating volcanoes.

As the virulent dust settled amidst the crumbled towers, Spring ephemerals emerged, roots cleansing the toxic soil, sending ions of pure air up thru the translucent blossoms connecting our will to live. Drumbeats became the sound of our hearts beating together once more, prayers of gratitude to a God we can not see, but whose miracles we can not deny.

3/15/20

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Valsa George February 4, 2022 at 3:24 AM When a crisis emerges, there is collective efforts from all people's side to defend it and they in unison raise their hearts in prayer. Thus even in the midst of disease and distress, there is life giving springs sent down from heaven and such miracles are not rare. Powerful composition, James ! James Marshall Goff February 4, 2022 at 2:37 PM Thank you for commenting Valsa! Our world is becoming numb to corruption & human extortion, passively following our dear leaders to our demise...