Where none remains.

The ring wood tree
Bent back
Arched, feeling elder ailments
Screams out in pain
And watches with a million eyes
As all the sunlight fades

One branch
Extends
A single leaf the only life revealed
Making motions to the heavens
Ignored in all its action
‘Violence’ is being unseen
Forgotten
Whipped back by the wind and beaten

A voice, once mighty timbre
Now reduced, soaked sogging lumber
Extinguished life is stripped and quartered
Each morning’s empty promise
Lifted beyond the horizon
As smoky memory
Where really none remains

oooo I like that 😱

Thanks! Knowing that someone even read it is a good reason to post some more, glad I came across this forum!

😄 yay that poem is really good, i love it, i can't wait to read some more!

Thanks! I'm trying to find a subject to muse on and see what I can do. Inspiration is thin for some reason..must be the heat!

Originally posted by Opaleye92
😄 yay that poem is really good, i love it, i can't wait to read some more!

The last time remembers.

The softest light that fell,
Light rain on one gray morning,
The chill that clung too tight

The last word that you spoke
The last sound that I heard
The last moment lasts forever

An afternoon too hot
By far, the world still turning
The weird sameness

The final moment gone
The end now memory
The feelings will not die

Six weeks, a year or more
One day like streaks of abstraction
Each syllable of time, eternal

yet again wonderful job! 😄

Thanks!

Originally posted by Opaleye92
yet again wonderful job! 😄

Here.

Here is a moment
Trapped in simplicity
Three colors of light
A sound
And a feeling

Here is a moment
Stretched beyond recognition
Twisted round its apex
Folded
And remade

Here is a moment
Etched deep into memory
The paralysis of time
The fondness of dreams
Tucked away
Quietly, forever

On an Agonizing Afternoon.

On an agonizing afternoon
He slipped past the last guard,
Left sentry,
Moving through a thick crowd of
Unwashed and silent
Worshipers.

His arms were tied,
Thin leather straps and buckles,
His face dirty and shaded
Hair matted with dust
Fingers gripped tight
Both hands clenched,
One fist.

Insignificant supplicant
Standing short among giants
Hungry masses of people
Like boulders unmoving
Feelings siphoned by shame
The thought of talking
Disgusting.

Following his movements,
Laboured by bondage,
A tall handsome hero,
The mask of the Master,
His arms strong and deliberate
Seeking to restrain his young prisoner
A smile on his lips
Like wine that is poison.

oooooh... i really like them, i really hope u write some more, cause i would looove to read 'em 🙂

Thanks, that is much appreciated, and I hope to keep posting here as it does make me concentrate 🙂

Originally posted by Opaleye92
oooooh... i really like them, i really hope u write some more, cause i would looove to read 'em 🙂

Final Witness

The cloak she wears at night
Draped to conceal the sights
Of dusty streets, blue by the moon
Her eyes half hooded in her flight

The song she sings below the wind
A dirge, a moan, the saddest words
Uttered in tones that climb in half’s
The saddest sound, that never ends

She comes to rest at the gallows rise
She’ll stand alone till the sun’s half bright
A lonely figure unmoved by crowds
To watch her son descend from flight

Observation on a Saturday morning, downtown Pawtucket

Cold Saturday morning
Crystalline sunshine streaming
Watching the peeling red surface
Of the Pawn Shop

Bell ringing lightly
As He steps out to the sidewalk
Denim jacket ripped
Sad lining exposed, stuffing leaking

Head looking down, seeming sad
He brings his hands to his face
Straightens up and suddenly
A harmonica’s tune livens the air

omg, they're both so good. The first one is really mysterious, while i can really picture the second one. good job, yet again lol 😄

Thanks, I appreciate your reading them...liking them is even better 🙂

Originally posted by Weeping Fairy
omg, they're both so good. The first one is really mysterious, while i can really picture the second one. good job, yet again lol 😄