i am stuck at the bottom of a well i dug with my own hands
the stain from dirt on my nail beds
is too embedded to be cleansed
ablution wont be found here
a purposeless place too sunken for sustenance to fill
water is too pure and too righteous to visit me here
i befriend the cracked walls and we trade stories of misery
rain has forgotten to fall at my feet like she used to
the sound of quiet has been silenced by the weight of my past
burdening me with a tune of melancholy
“what say you, dear friend? will you stay by my side or will you let the lion die?
its hunger, coating you in arrogance
unwilling to accept your nature
the people no longer rest here, and the water that once lived here has ascended back into the sky
yet only you, my dear friend have found comfort in the nothing i have become”
the voice croaked and dry, lonely walls who comfort an unstable mind
I don't want to be sad,
Because when I'm sad
There are clouds in the sky,
And clouds always bring rain.
Maybe not today.
Maybe today will be sunny,
And maybe tomorrow will too.
But eventually those pearly clouds
Will turn into treacherous tempests
That rain lightning, and flash floods,
And hail thunder that booms
Like cannons in my ears,
Until my ears hum songs
About sunken voyages
That met a watery tomb before
Land could be glimpsed
Upon the crows nest.
I'd rather be happy.
Happy as a clam
So that there are no clouds in the sky.
And if there are any, they'll whisk by
As wisps of cotton or incense
Only recognized by
The faint scent of metal it leaves
When it is somewhere else,
But not here.
Soul is weary
Heavy heart's dreary
Breastbone crushing resuscitation
Pressing rhythms flatline
A moldering past
Alas—a day to die for
Out of the blue, noticed
The haunt of soulful eyes
Aging eyes with wrinkles
But the same vibe and charm
Sunken eyes grew misty
For sensing same ardour
Place: 3rd
The cragged moon, a curdled, midnight bloom,
Where veins of frost, dissect a shadowed room.
A galaxy of mold, on lunar stone,
A whispered legend, soft and darkly known.
It weeps a brine, a sharp, celestial tear,
A pungent phantom, banishing all fear.
Then, amber relics, in a glassy tomb,
Where time's slow fingers, weave a spiced perfume.
Each wrinkled emerald, a sunken, ancient eye,
That holds the secrets, of a bygone sky.
They swim in brine, a sun-kissed, golden sea,
Where sharpness sleeps, and tangy memories flee.
These kindred spirits, in a twilight tryst,
A marriage strange, by starlight's silver kissed.
One, a moon's decay, a noble, bitter grace,
The other, time's own kiss, upon a verdant space.
A symphony of tang, a whispered, aged lore,
Where phantom flavors, haunt forevermore.
A taste of ages, in a shadowed, secret place,
A paradox of pleasure, etched on time's worn face.
A velvet darkness, and a sunlit, sour dream,
Where sharpened shadows, and aged sunbeams gleam.
O, Heavenly Father
how long must you keep me here
standing on sunken cities?
I am still crying to you in anguish
tired of being torched by the flames
of enemy forces day in and day out
Shield me inside the caves
you have built
on the outskirts of these cities
create a way for me in your presence
to keep me from being devoured
I will praise you O, God
for your rain of deliverance
and the inner strength gifted within me
to stand above these sunken cities
and bring
glory to your name
An old octagon table
with a laminated press board top
Left outside it may soon rot
legs of steel make it heavy
Lifting it alone not quite able
dragged it out the back door into the mud
For rest sat on it with a thud
steel legs sank deep into the soft ground
Now a bench on display
for in the back yard it now stays
Still should move it not really an excuse
but it is a nice place to roost.
Respect for the Sunken Sea
David J Walker
Call home the bison to blacken
And roam freely the prairie floor
Once more as if farms failed and
Farmer flailed about a desperate ruin
The rains run north or south but never
Here nor never there
The dry air invites the sun to
Turn the towns left to rust
Into the dust of simmered measures of
Unremembered history
Call home the eventual grasses guarding
The parched ground where the
Sound of the wind winds and refines
The prayers offered to departed fathers
The passing path is shrouded in silence
In the sunken garden of love,
Pure water is conserved.
For-get-me-nots grow from above.
Fragrant roses are served.
Love will make our scent sing,
Birds fly and thrill with zing,
I feel i am a king.
Time up says the warden,
In the sunken garden.
Quietus
I look into the mirror
I barely recognize myself
My skin is pale
My eyes sunken in
Inside is broken,
While the outside withers
Who am I but myself?
Something broken and dead
I feel my own heart
A steady rhythm
My thoughts are scattered
My smile bland
I feel like I am dying
Inside I am already dead
Who am I?
I no longer feel like myself
Hopeless and withered
My heart to break again
A sunken face on all sides pale,
As the owner’s head keep supporting a pail,
Then, to the also saddled younger,
He flung a suffocating order:
That he his own suppressive load take over,
And if he so wished bear it forever,
But must not any bitter tale,
Dare to their daddy tell,
About a sudden disgraceful inability,
Or a shifted responsibility,
As all hearers would judge it disguised hostility,
And to him ascribe lesser agility.
Sunken Springs
Oppressive humidity
Sunken springs
Tropical refuge ~
Aqua refreshment
Ladder tiptoes
Down into
Cooling waters
7-8-21
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Seven lines, two stanzas, fourteen words
*Image of Stone's Throw Away.
Sunken Stone's
A flat stone spent airborne,
Skips a pool midst once known friends alludes in a dream,
Prompts firstborn.
Flaunts a symbol,
Pivots your years amongst youths scheme,
Nimble.
Paves queue,
Begs, alight theme,
True.
A flat stone spent airborne,
Pivots your years amongst youths scheme,
True.
2020 August 14
Let's Minichu on an innocent childhood memory
~~Mohan Chutani: Judged 2020 August 31
The long guns trained upon my fragile refuge,
yet still to find forgiveness in contrite cadence' known.
Will you discover the dream has died-
in defiance of a love so giving...
to find the day's child-like grasp,
of world and wonder worth living.
Love Walking with a sunken pain,
I limp every next, for pride.
No faith, no belief, not even greed, in my losing stride.
Wasted for good, wasted by glory,
I seek an emotion.
Slapped by fate, robbed by time
sensing a premonition.
Well, the times shall change,
the times shall sail.
But the love, for a soul that blessed
my world, shall never ever fail.
I Love you
You Have No Clue, How Much I Love You
To the rest of the world you must be just another man,
But to me you're the one who makes me smile, 'coz only you can.
You give me friendship, you give me support, you give me confidence,
Meeting you in life, was definitely no coincidence.
You are the one who is made for me on earth,
And I was made for you, right from birth.
I can imagine myself with no other but you,
I love you so much so much & you actually have no clue.
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