Brightest light:
a layer of frost
on the moon
when I lifted my head
to search for home.
Round and round about they sang
the freedom of the hollow frame
it withers with the whistle-winter
flutters as petals on the grassy heather
same, and yet, a broken same
lost but never found its earthen pang.
Bathe Me
in red-lettered caress
Wash this
dream of verity away
Submerge me
in the passage of time
Drown me
in the swirl of life
I am Sinking
in achromatic haze.
* This piece was inspired by the above photograph – this week’s photo prompt over at One Stop Poetry for another wonderful One Shoot Sunday. The photographer is KJ Halliday, an Australian photographer with some great insights and fantastic shots. If you’re interested in the man, or in taking up the photo challenge, check out my interview with him today.
Asphyxiated blue—
Skin kisses the sun;
Waves smash and batter—
Ivory bursts
Enshroud and consume,
Tossing and toiling
Beneath the bubbling illuminations.
Helpless twisting
Gives to selfless thrashing;
Scorched sand rakes
Flesh ensnared, catches,
Body splayed in the midday sun,
Frigid, sopping—midst fire, twinkling.
Salty stagnance withdraws,
Raging, it heaved rejection,
And the torrent onward roared.