Blackened tendrils take the trees,
Take the skin by follicle,
Empty matter, pushed debris,
Pressed and parabolical.
Zephyrus claims, lack of choice,
Echoes through the aether,
Chaos calms his quiet voice,
To suffer with the weather.
Windows shutter, clap in tune,
Aeolus purring bag and pipe,
Uilleann iron, aural rune,
Despite aptitude and gripe.
Nonetheless the Iris slims,
To folded air in lack of light,
Cluttered ever in the whims,
To that which chances sight.
Categories:
parabolical, feelings, good morning, january,
Form: Rhyme
Before my pen touches the parabolical page
I faintly feel a rapturous running rage
And as my words fly through space and time
They give me comfort as they rhythmically rhyme
About the evil, in the world, I must write
Along with Love within tenebrous twilight
For when in Love, beautiful or captiously cruel
We feed the ferocious fires with felonious fuel
Slowly the white page turns a ravenous red
For my blood and soul are surely bitterly bled
Meaningful messages thru seasoned skies
Ready for rainfall of cumulous countless cries.
May.13.2017
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Categories:
parabolical, betrayal, confusion, sad,
Form: Rhyme