As I sit here
I can hear a broken clock
Tick..
Tock...
Tick..
Minutes turning into hours
Each one faster than the one before
The constant motion from both its hands,
has started to make me sick.
intrusive thoughts begin to creep
slithering like a serpent
Through my mind
The ticking has stopped as
Death's whispers tauten round' my neck.
The last sound I heard was that broken clock
Tick...
Tock ..
Tick...
A will-o-the-wisp awakens
under a northern frosted marsh
and leaves, heat-wilted, are shaken
No whispers, just a shiver harsh…
This phantom cold on limbs, so brief!
A will-of-the-wisp awakens…
Quenching the garden in parched grief,
downy hairs stand unmistaken…
Sensory roots in bumps tauten
forearms touched in a foreboding
A will-o-the-wisp awakens…
lights its flame from summer’s scalding
Metallic core will grow its glow
Gently blazing as it heightens,
pouring ripe spice to soften blows
A will-of-the-wisp awakens…
(8/17/2022 Autumn Hints / Sea Ray DBW)
I ride the bus...
Tilt a bit, balance-
ponder later. Yolk yellow
and sky blue, chalk
grey paint. Steel
rectangles; winding parallel
lines. Circles- Eternal.
Toothed horizons-
golden rose shaped sunset
tauten, its nectar
steeps; blushes. Inks gnarled
columns of trees, dusky, their
limbs webbed crosses
open to royal skies like
birthing petals, feathery
in twilight of Spring.
I drive a car...
Hyroid barriers.
Knavery fears. Strands cut like
shards. Glittering. Seamless.
Oily image-
tints of bereavement- becloud-
diabolus gullet. Shock.
Cruer pissades through
sea blue veins, weaving its course
through the body. Left
turn, straight. Right turn. Stop.
Rotary-circus. Yield. Go.
Emblazen. Exit.
Sunlight through drops
shaking off of Summer green
canopies-Diamonds-
imortally. Eve,
Adam. Male, female- supreme.
Insanity. Gods.
Brilliancy from
inception of star clusters.
Time-worn. Creator.