The Subtlety Of Sin And Sandy Shores
Bone dry and hungry
Demons feed on fire quietly below
Never satiated eating emptiness alone
Sin laps up the souls above with certainty
Like waves licking at the sandy shore
Slowly, quietly, over time, with salt
Consumed like lust
Lost dignity
Gone without a trace
They go to another place
Where no soul or shore should be
Disappear in a mist of mystery
Taken out to sea
Gentle silhouette
A contrast to her fierce heart,
Moving gracefully
Yet her beauty's conquering,
Symphony of subtlety
The water flows from the tap,
Over the translucent cube.
No function, and no reason.
Perhaps, the waters over the eyes.
The earth is brittle under heel
in quiet little ways
But leaves are bragging
bright with flame
as we watch the seasons change
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"Season.....Gogyoka"
11/3/12
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest:207
Subtlety has no place in this life
A life of blatancy which allows no secret
Somewhere lost is discretion
Some place among the rising pile of greed
Truth is only interesting if something can be made of it
Be it fortune, fame, or power
No longer are we admirers of dignity
But exploiters of vulnerability
Let us return now to that place,
Where all is death beside our truth
When what is treasured is our love
For others above ourselves
For days will come when nothing that
We see or hear or feel
Will matter any longer
When Death knocks on the door
Donna Golden