Poetry Blogs (tranquility)
Obliterating opaqueness opens up into sunlight.
Spiders of colour
smudge the ocean.
Lapping water creates islands
of shimmering, fuzzy warmth.
It is freeing yet connecting.
I sputter and splash amongst the crevices of land.
Floating, I am curious.
I breathe a light, cooling tranquility
and gaze as I am gently held in a sheer, cooling calm.
Monday 30th September 2019 4:23 pm
While poring over dusty corners of an ancient night
I sang in darken'd evening flight, a voice edged
by the pain of doubt, a tempered blade to fight
an inner shout; the fearful dredge
of insomnia, the purgatory of my silent gaze;
remembrance too of sultry Australian dog days.
South-West karris loom ink-black, and rustle
as night-walkers, stepp...
Friday 27th October 2017 12:55 pm