Poetry Blogs (2013, decay)
Wolfgar Miere on (39 minutes ago)
In and out the sea doth sway
Erasing mans death and decay.
An old man's struggle,
No net, no sail. Only a flag
of permanent defeat.
Great fish swimming around and around,
the reel running, a screaming sound.
A Marlin swims, the ultimate catch,
only days to see if luck they will have.
The men struggle and pray away,
A massive catch needed to save the day.
Tuesday 31st July 2018 12:09 am
The clouds streak an arrow of neon green,
My shadow beneath,
Quivering in silence.
The sun, glistening through the holes in the patterns,
Showers its fluorescence across the earth below,
I stand in a section divided.
The sky is not yet Crimson in nature,
No, it sits still, below the stars, but above the trees,
How I remain stationary, though I sprint,
Monday 5th June 2017 5:53 pm
We die! We die!
scream the old men
of the trees,
as their grip slips
from skeletal fingers
holding them aloft.
They fall to earth
in a blaze of golden glory,
coming to rest
at the feet of
great oaks, sycamores,
birch and elms.
Rustling in their cardigans
of orange and amber
like dry skin
Friday 4th October 2013 11:53 am
It can be said that fate waits for no one
It is almost a certainty in fact
But darkness with its spring heels waits alone
In a recess seldom visited, we go there in shade
Curtained we go there and raise suspicion
We go when there is blood to sacrifice
We come back when there is left only bone
Like the needless prayers of a mother
We disappear in...
Wednesday 20th February 2013 1:15 am