Pines dressed in pearl hues-
bleached cotton sky. Plumes carve
night shades into taint
of crushed bones. Stone
basalt tools grind glacier till
into pallid skin
colored clay, shaped
into ornate bowls that cradle
crow ossein. Hunter.
Categories:
ossein, allusion, animal, bird, creation,
Form: Haiku
I ache...
All of me. Aches.
My heart thunders in my chest. Barely contained by its cage of bone.
I can hear it in my ears. Thumping.
Pumping blood to my brain, that aches,
with the thoughts pounding to escape from their ossein shell.
Bruising me.
Head heavy with dreams, with yearnings, a hunger I can not break.
It aches.
Tears liberate themselves from the chaos of my head.
They flee my eyes to caress my cheeks.
Freely brush over my skin leaving paths down my throat to my chest.
Nothing can stop their intention.
To escape.
The ache.
It's still there, in my body, in my soul, in the very fibres of my form.
An ache so strong I can touch it.
I can brush it with my fingertips.
Feel it on my body its so solid and so real.
It's all over me. It's all through me. It consumes me.
My ache...
Categories:
ossein, angst, desire, love, love
Form: Free verse
Endlessly.... scribbling....
Of our illusion...
The tale myself mouths through tears....
The line that murders my psyche....
Is "Wait... we'll come across once more...once again"
The era's arrive aging thy skin.... to ossein...
For those loaned words...
Aim through my psyche....
It slaughters me.... it tortures me...
Now all the odes
I scribble of the devotion...
Are the dusted oaths that wind through...me...
They hath shimmer to become ashes....
Some live this vitality
Whilst others hath to survive...
Why? Hence we cannot die....
Now my hands are no longer for the embrace to be held....
Now my hands hold a bouquet with flowers....
For... thy.... gravestone.....
Just know myself under no circumstances abandoned thee....
For the time and distance abandoned both... of us
Categories:
ossein, absence, cry, dark, death,
Form: Free verse