Tag Archives: Poem

Swollen

The clouds move
like an army
over the mountain.
Their bellies barely
scraping the jagged edges
and tips of pines.
With each moment,
they grow larger
swallowing the last
of blue sky.
The wisps become thickets
of dark grey and white.
Though they are quick to pass
through a maze
of valleys and peaks
they stagnate
on the far east edge
and begin to release
days of rain
that they have been keeping inside.
Dousing the plains
and slinking further up
until
there is nothing left
to hide.

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The Fires Around Us

World to ashes
but our feet still on ground
carrying burdens
cast to us by
a selfish and needy past,
leaving nothing unfound.

We are left
to prove the impossible
rebuild from the broken
fragments of life
grieve for realities forever lost
and whisper memories of another time.

Why couldn’t this be stopped?
Is a question on all our minds
when the easily forgotten answer
is because you chose to be blind.

Do nothing
and receive nothing in return.
The savage destiny
we have built for ourselves.
The Earth continues to decay
and we stare at the inevitable
refusing to understand fate.

Can you not see
the fire burning at your feet?
It doesn’t care who you are
or what you could become.
The fire will consume everything
until it is all gone.

In the Rain

This patter of rain
could lull me to sleep.
A warm dog at my feet
and the softness of a lantern light.
The night cooling with each drop.
I wish it to never stop.

Headache

The way
my head aches
from this medication
is nowhere close
to sedation.

The vessels
are swelling
in my brain.
Vibrating and undulating,
tightening into a tensile pain.

I never had headaches before.
The one or few a year
just a price for drinking
a bit more.
But now it happens
at least twice a day.
I just don’t think
I can bear any more.

Exude

I came to the forest
to cry out my soul,
to let go of the emotions
that riddled me
and kept me from whole.

And the Earth,
like a sponge,
so willingly took it in.
Embracing the darkness and grey,
filtering again and again.

Unforeseeable

The things I can’t control
can haunt me beyond belief.
There was nothing I could do.
Utterly useless.
A dead weight.
But to watch as if on agonizing repeat.
There will be no stress release.
Wondering over and over,
cycling the why,
stretching the what ifs,
questioning the should haves,
losing to the I’s and me’s.
A complete self mutiny.

MYSTIC FALLS

The water’s wild rapids roll like thunder,
over the hidden ledges of rock.
Downwards it plummets,
gushing and swelling.
It’s power shown rampant,
never to be stopped.

Around it,
the air is silenced by the roar.
All things come only to gaze upon it,
stilled by the incredible beauty
and fearful of its vehemence.