Short Onrushing Poems

Charon 2001
by Michael R. Burch

I, too, have stood—paralyzed at the helm
watching onrushing, inevitable disaster.
I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) plaster
damp hair to my eyes, as a slug’s dense film
becomes mucous-insulate. Always, thereafter
living in darkness, bright things overwhelm.

Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea...

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I found 
                  Love


when you found 
                   Me.
Together 
                    we found, in founding
Us, Us.

The great onrushing
of my lifelihood has
found its course;
   in you.

I flow to you.
I flow to see you.
I flow to the sea of you.
I flow entirely
and utterly
and undeniably
down.  Fully, lifegivingly
   to you,
my Love....

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Sunlight strews diamond dust, sparkling, dancing
across the windswept surface of that shimmering sea;

             the deafening din of the onrushing waves, crashing,
             makes the love song that you summon in your mind

                            sound distant and desolate, garbled and fragmented,
                            reminding of pain like that of an old scar newly wounded!...

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Across  the  windswept  sea  swaying, 
                      tossing,

sunlight strews diamond dust, sparkling, 
                     dancing.


      The din of the onrushing waves 
                      behind

makes the love song that you summon 
                   in your mind


        sound desolate, garbled and 
                    fragmented

     with the pain of an old scar newly 
                      wounded.

....

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