Friday, March 29, 2013

Truncated Strings of Ascension

Low, pressure bellows through
Step, quickly pairing into dance

The Marionette leads us
Into a stage without strings

A vale is reintroduced
By survivor’s guilt, painting
Preoccupation with a hidden pale

Salvaging what is and what was never meant to be,
A casserole of cancelled checks and balances rendered
Null—birthrights, antidotes and ill-advised corruption

As the air grows thin
Visions form…

And then…the sky is born


  1. Damn good to read you again! This is awesome :) Always great imagery :)

  2. I am not sure if you remember me as I have been away from wordpress for several months. I just wanted to drop by read some of your awesome poetry and see how you were doing!

  3. Amazing close! I really like this one, Fred.