Monday, December 24, 2012

Growth of the Tempest


By neap tides flow
birthing out the ebb of whim

With strata high
the clouded mind will Cirrus cry

Whether gust or gale
summations incur each and every

A wrath of Neptune concurrent
with the moon’s posture, as it left you last night, longing for

    Winds billowing cross the neck’s fracture
kneels compartmentalized in the moss and mud, where

Mere seconds expose the reach of sky
uncovering the discounted diatribe on which our abated lies
so soon follow,

Lost within, you idly stray; the depths exposed are the same
in where the tempest grew; whistling as it whetted plots of soiled

garments made of stone.  It’s all they ever owned.

3 comments:

  1. Some great imagery and word spins at play, here today on display. One thing does lead to another and another and once the dominoes fall, the future/past/present is just writing on the wall.

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  2. i feel the storm....and the storm being all they ever owned, is a rather scary thought...

    i hope you have a merry christmas fred...smiles.

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  3. This is quite abstract... I'm not sure I understand all of it, but the closure and penultimate make sense of it for me I think. It's a tough narrative with some very strong imagery and, as always, interesting ideas/philosophy threaded into the fabric of the piece. I love your 'discounted diatribe' and this passage -

    A wrath of Neptune concurrent
    with the moon’s posture, as it left you last night, longing for

    Winds billowing cross the neck’s fracture >> fantastic

    last lien is my favourite and hits hardest, though, for me. Well-writ, sir

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