There is a nightmare that often haunts me, About a river oozing out to sea, Trapped on a raft without even an oar, Drifting endlessly beyond sight of shore. Sometimes in the distance I'd hear a cry, And brave the river for a chance ally,Swallowing fear, I abandon my raft,To clamor aboard a similar craft, … Continue reading A Stygian Voyage
Tag: Poetry
The rain in the midlands
Piercing through the fog, My senses slowly return, To the sound of rain. Eagerly waiting, Behind cloudy horizons, There is a warm sun. Rain falls like curtains, Denoting end of the play, Yet I cry, "Encore!" Road becomes muddy, Though my sandals are ruined, Flowers are happy. Exhaustion sets in, The bench is damp, as … Continue reading The rain in the midlands
Along an Unburdened Sea
Even the faint touch a foreign breeze,Brings forth memories,Of your softly whispered voice with such ease ,With such clarity,That it feels like a terrible disease,From which, I eagerly search for release. To forget your place in my troubled heart,I've traveled so far,Though your presence gave me the gift of art,You, my guiding star,Have ruined me … Continue reading Along an Unburdened Sea
Pretty Horrible Predicament
Prompt: "What about something lighter?" from B-. The man was in the midst of a fit, And was lacking the wit to admit, That formatting was tough, "Wait, where is all my stuff!? Screw it, I'm just going to post this shit."
My Love, Anathema to…
How we dismissed the danger, Of that foggy path we so bravely crossed, To fall in love. How boldly do we taunt fate, Our every desire we grossly inflate, Until want becomes need becomes repressed, Enthusiasm and respect depressed, Every word of kindness becomes a curse, Your gentlest touch only makes things worse - So … Continue reading My Love, Anathema to…
Silent Poet
Prompt: Introductions for the Apocalypse, by friend, A- I am a silent poet. For the apocalypse does not concern me. The spread of Covid-19? Just wear a mask, shop online, stay unseen. Our economic collapse? Wealth is a construct, numbers on an app. Social Inequality? Am I not a model minority? I am a silent … Continue reading Silent Poet
Discarded Recollections 