This cavalry ride,
This noble stride,
Stretch wide upon the earth—
Trembling thunder underfoot
Amidst the shadows lightening fall.
Death rides before the tip,
Death roars beneath the arrow scorn
And in the quailing devastation
Moves the seeds of their creation.
Bodies bloom like spattered roses
But from the agony of annihilation
Stirs the flowers–flourish,
Such color rises from silent gray
The mass is fallen
The light arise
Entangled limbs stretch toward the warm embrace
Soothed into the slumber
Ask not the ends
Ask the means—
What comes, shall come again
In one form or the next.
My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
A significantly darker piece than what most of my recent work has been, just in time for the first One Shot Poetry Wednesday. Once you’ve had a look, check out One Shot Poetry, too–a bunch of great poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
Restless nightmares break,
From wretched slumber do I wake
To a world of endless night—
Thunderous choirs make me crouch in fright.
High above us wraiths now soar,
Men clasp their ears to deafen their roar.
Over hills and shattered streets,
The bands come marching to woeful beats.
A hundred thousand voices cry,
Then all the singers die.
There has been a lot of rumbling throughout the South of late. From Haiti to Chile to Mexico, the earth seems determined to quake, and it is this particular brand of nature’s wrath that has inspired this poem:
First the rumble
Then the roar
Tried and tore.
World is spinning
Sanity set to shaking—
No stoic monk.
And tearing earth
Stripped of mirth.