Barchans go on droughting in Yagyakarta sods
outpaced here I throw a soliton in gaze-mirage
*
Here we stand on this, the Lee of
Dual Sandhorns { and they
the Phantom Tips of those horns they know what you say -
such fees to demand and how you shall pay no dues!
I’d rather make alive downward facing forms of genesis! I
know, I do know of raining beyond the slip face,
of angles reposed to the honest tenor of our shared Ocean Sky,
where the firmament congeals
to dream postures of
Carretera Interoceanica
where pools in the cool shade of memories that yet are to be
remember of strange filaments, of knees
reclining and worn to urn-dust in their riggings,
reduced to the once-wet bones of Joshua ash and yet!
i r i d e s c e n t s t r e a m s
punch
through
the utmost firmness of form - coalesced
in situ hubrisae,
borne still upon gusts of human wresting,
human heft en masse like all your favorite waves of sound, water and light
slammed by force into prophecies that might
release -
and so unseen
be,
like Zastruga-dew trees
or this home we call Kzynda.
The world is crashing down on me,
The ground has crumbled from beneath,
Drowning in the waves of a long lost sea,
Adrift now is time’s ultimate thief
Far too long did I stumble through;
Crushing the fragile earth,
Oh Darkness, dear friend
Such a beautiful day for your rebirth
I never saw those means to this end
But now is the chance to start anew
I’m lost in you
Your consumption,
Kill me slowly,
Savor the moment.
I’m suffocating in your beauty.
It shouldn’t be any other way
I just wanna see the end of the day
Better soon than late,
Preserve the memory now,
So that we cannot contaminate
This perfect final kiss,
Adieu to you,
And take this vow,
For this moment I shall not miss
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.