Feverishly I loiter
Watching across translucent glass
Petrified
Gripped by a remorseless fear
I stare as the sun fights a veil of grey
Tenebrous pain rages within
Fuelled by a canopy of flame drenched spears
The ocean deceives with its placid veneer
Like me
It masks a turbulent engine beneath
A vessel of grinding steel
Pumps with stubborn exertion
Eager to disperse upon a tear filled world
I force down the bile
Fighting ripples of cramp
Of disorientated concentric circles
Anxiety stabs my vitality
I wince
Staring blindly into an eclipsed sun
My vessel of time counts down
As warmth deserts this abraded heart
I rest confined in desolation
Savouring the wreckage of existence
And I wallow
Craving to feel lunar incandescence
That it may stroke my weary face
Memories tossed
Upon the breakers jagged teeth
Eroding pebbles into pearls
Forming an arch of protruding lustre
My doubt
Longs for the iridescent moon to smile
Forcing my tide of wanting
Against my senses
As luke warm touches my hand
Consumed into the Leviathan
Swallowing into the storms' eye
A relentless and torrential pull
Submerges me into the void of home
My field of poppies, so long ago abandoned
Where warmth returns
Comments
It's good to see I am not the only one who resurrects an oldie
now and then (the oldie being the poem not me lol)
Stan
It was also a resurrected oldie that you helped to craft. Obviously not one of our best looking at all the comments it received!!
When Jess read this he quoted it as one of the best poems he had ever read.
Obviously not many agree with that opinion.
It's one of my favourite poems.
Thanks for ensuring it didn't get a zero in the comments field...not that I count numbers...I used to & would be devastated if nobody commented even if to say it was awful.
Nowadays, I post for fun.
Have a great day Stan,
regards
One.