HOW SHOCK TRAVELS
shock travels, sometimes quick
other times slow
the log splitter's axe
the forceful blow
or the ravage of tooth and claw
lightning striking a shivering moor.
These moments destroy their trace
in harmony with a quick embrace;
but when a look seems wild and torn as
the slow garrotte of heart and soul
follows the taking of life in vain
then there's damnation underfoot
a slower purpose that hunts its prey
just as we think to turn away,
like the splitter's axe frozen in time
lightning stilled by the devil's hand
and the slow disintegration begins
when shock rolls out
and oxygen thins.
Stu Buck
Wed 6th Apr 2016 17:03
heavy splitting mawl is in itself a poetic turn of phrase!
i did write a poem this morning and posted it, first time in a while, and it found me in disturbing mood. its funny on here though, as soon as its up its gone due to the sheer amount of stuff posted. not a bad thing though i suppose.
I cant say I have given up the pen entirely, as I am now 10,000 words deep into my first novel which is as unappetizing and strange as you would imagine! it is completely exhausting writing it though, being in someone elses headspace all day.