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.
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.
ReplyDeletei feel the storm....and the storm being all they ever owned, is a rather scary thought...
ReplyDeletei hope you have a merry christmas fred...smiles.
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 -
ReplyDeleteA 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