Suddenness Poems | Examples

Ash

An Ash tree tumbled down last winter,
it is only a wooden effigy now,
branched still,
limbs askew,
leftover as a lingering image
of one hour of violence.

It was a head-storm, it got into
the marrow of things,
wolf-winds tore at its canopy,
eclectic daggers struck its roots.

Fire felled - it smoked for hours,
bark scored and etched with ashes.

We did not see this,
the tempest shuttered our minds,
yet we heard
the rebounding crash,
and the longer shudder.

In the morning,
mother took her hatchet,
put on thick rubber boots,
and went to work
harvesting the easier reached kindling,
while I mourned the loss
of a climbing tree.

This year its bones are still there,
a corpse blocking a river towpath,
still reminding
those who pass that way,
of the suddenness of life.

The Poet Who Almost Was

the life of a nearby poet was almost
lost in translation had it not been for
a probability of emoji ridden skirmish
in a late bank holiday spring. no-one
could imagine, upon crumbling desks
and dis-used ink blotters, such striking
permanence of an entire absence, and, 
in a suddenness of ecstatic alliteration, 
the seemingly poetic poet, who we will
call unlikely, would have simply died
a poets death among the classical drugs.
but luckily for us he's there. and there
he'll dangle, off horizons, behind ears.

Rooted Sadness

Rim of madness.
A cold draught
of unraveling shocking suddenness.
My grave morality is the subject of suffering.
Twirling reflections so rapid like
a rooted need for my sense of being.

My exulted mentality succumbs to a fever of dark passions.
This savage within;
narrows my reality.
Breathless and trembling as my conscience is stirring.
A cultivated rapture of darkness,
my primal peril of sadness diminishes.

My timeless death gave me  formation,
a reality falls shattered.
It's a conflict of illusions of unprecedented expansion, so terrible and fascinating. 
It diminishes.

As I grasp reality merely,
A dwelling? A realm? No, it's my rooted sadness.
I'm feeling disposed like a torrent flowing of turbulent emotions uncontrolled.
A grotesque submission of my mental sadness is forever impelled.

Journey

"Death is like an inevitable leap into the unknown. But we are sure to land in a state eternal either to be blessed or cursed" By poet

With the suddenness of a locomotive
that has come to an abrupt halt,
he fell motionless and in a coffin lay.

 like –

all mystery sealed in a jar.
all agony compressed,
in a tremulous whimper.
all charms shut in an amulet.

amid,

the scent of burning incense,
frozen silence,
heaving hearts
and
silent prayers.

the chariot wheeled him along
in his last journey
through the mazy paths,
stretching, stretching endless
to a world,
beyond all galaxies.
to the Elysian Fields-
to a time, immeasurable
to abiding infinity,
to inconceivable eternity!!

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As Darkness Fell

As darkness fell with suddenness,
the sun slid behind the blood moon.
Sounds of nightlife emerged off tune.
You flaunted your unevenness, 
emboldened by dark drunkenness.
Your twisted mind a fierce monsoon
	as darkness fell.

You came with sulky sullenness 
and brought your foul humor jejune.
You played the part of grisly goon
and had lost all your humanness
	as darkness fell.

White Light

WHITE LIGHT

daylight
coming in
intrusive
caught sight
of
the
minimal
 after-images
hanging
in the air

time
 become
 often
a
beginning
 unstretched
 uneven
 or
discarded
curls
 in
 layered
texture

a consistent
touch
 of
traces
of
actions a
come together

a residue
of
the
unfinished
thoughts
petered out
dwindled to

an excerpt
&
a
sigh

a
faltered
  interruption
barely begun
delectable
yet
truncated&
 improvised
 suddenness


 a feeling
of arrival
a
reassembled
happening
a
boundary
  overrun
 &unfocused
throughout

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

Tomorrow's Day

See tomorrow's day
Seek tomorrow's prize
The sun gives way to the storm
The suddenness of surprise
Calmness will return
Life itself survives
Yesterday has taught us well
Sermons summarize
Today whether bad or good
It's presence we strive
Pray with faith
That fate be realized.

The Moment Returns

I’m driving through a small town
and a sunset.
The garage store has all I need,
Gas, 2 sticks of beef jerky for the dog,
some gum.

Outside, the evening is settling,
a sky-paint sinks within its canvas;
soon there will be just ghosts in a pond of light.

As I reach the car, the sky flares one last time,
a shimmer of burnt orange,
the streets rock gently under front porches.

I have stood here
gazing at all this suddenness before.
Every small town reinvents its dream
within a twilit history.
A moment returns, drives past yet again.

© 16 days ago

Mood Swing Mania

I am going along in a happy cheerful dancing prancing skipping way
For an hour or so, enjoying daffodils and tulips, loving the warm sun.
When BAM!
It hits me. Sadness.

Depression that throws me down under a bridge with force.
I hit my head on the concrete of its suddenness, and I see stars.
Nothing is pretty now; it feels like I am wearing heavy army boots.
I do not even try to get up. What would be the use?

The day is ruined. Everyone hates me. I hate myself.
I am despondent and unhappy, and irritated. 
Nothing is right. I yell at myself.
Internally, calling myself all kinds of mean things.

Take a nap! My internal voice demands.
I take a couple of sleeping pills.
Wake up two hours later, ready to find a rainbow.
Dancing and prancing, I skip along, not ready for the next hit.

Exiled

A horror bared, lived
with suddenness
over it all comes an end
for earth people are ego ruled
scare them the holy old
all, poor and rich are money slaved
in near future, well know you troubled
those who feel it are exiled!

Counting His Puny Fortune

The coins clinked in front of him, then clanked
  the same coins that, as a child, had delighted him
Today merely clinked; today merely clanked
  the joy drained from counting his puny fortune...

Sensing an epiphany, he brushed the coins away
  sat there, chin resting on his elbows, elbows on the table
startled aware, suddenness sweat-laden, that no longer
  was the world content to wait for him to blossom

Forever

I’m driving through a small town.
The sun is setting,
the garage store is small,
garage stores are small forever here.
Gas, 2 sticks of beef jerky for the dog,
some gum.

Outside, the evening is settling,
a sinking sun paints itself
into a ghosting pond of light.

The sky flares one more time
revealing a shimmer of burnt orange,
a street rocking gently
on its front porches
like an old time dance.

I have been standing here gazing
at all this suddenness for many years.
Just me and this unknown life
going home
to feed a hungry dog.

Wanton and Lost

The suddenness of desertion,
the emptiness of time

Abandoning each moment,
as clocks strike their chime

And wherego the hours,
once used and cast off

Are there auctions and markets
for each second that’s lost

And who’s to recount
the old wishes unprayed 

With days ever changing,
and voices relayed

The end a beginning,
the beginning an end

To drift in its circle
—time never respent 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

Wake For An Alder Tree

I heard the clangorous salvo,
heard its joints pivot and shear,
the hips of thick branches crumble
as it folded into the night.
There was a fibrous unclasping.
The ground flew up
over its rebounding shadow.

This morning thigh deep
in foliage and catkins, I listen.
There are death throes, a green surf ripples,
rustling whispers.
Leafy mouths tremble. Bark lips
rattle and curl.
Vowels drum in burnt cavities.

It seems the suddenness of death takes time,
It needs a Requiem Mass of murmurs
to explain what the moment did.

Raising Skeleton Woman

She arose from within me,
in the quiet contentment of a day, filled with dogs and digging,
white fluff falling from the trees and blowing in the wind.

I did not see her coming,
had no intention of calling to life her clattering bones.
Her frail long-fingered hands simply rose from the soil – beckoning me.

Terror and curiosity battled in my body.
Soul and mind, in argument again.
                               I sat very still,
                                            and called for her to reveal herself.
..Then, with a suddenness born of recognition,
                               she tore into my world,
fully formed and filled with an angst whose depths I could not comprehend.

Her deep guttural breath slithered along the grass and up my arm.
        I spun in terror 
                 and excitement.
A lavender scent gentled over me.
Then golden eyes narrowed to small dark slivers.
        Drawing me closer
                     Pushing me away.

Her heart rumbled, as she rolled across my soul,
Compelled, repelled…a chaotic discord of emotions.
Fearing the revelation but fearing the uncertainty of unknowing more.

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