Errant rambling - stumbling through a stagnant land
Hanker - suppressed - stranded exactly where you stand
Lost in confusion like the murky lust of yesterday
Skating through the heavens with flask of old pulteney
Where are the children - torn from sullen mystery
Swept beneath time's current - in a flash of ill travesty
Sour are the memories of a menacing decree
Crouch beneath the stars - staring down on me
Someone rolled a thunder across a leaden sky
Stripped to molten core I hold my head and cry
When were we children - in a life rewound and played
Straddled by the living times - now wishing we had stayed
6 comments:
There's sadness but beautifully written. Liked these lines very much
"Someone rolled a thunder across a leaden sky
Stripped to molten core I hold my head and cry"
There's a lot to like in this one. Great lines that create great swells of emotion.
Love the word play in here. Makes perfect sense to me..
elbowing in, elbowing out
I like this piece. It's rather abstract, yet written in touchable language. Nice!
it is a beautiful dark description of a day in the life on earth in eternity... childhood is for sissy's i heard one day... why this came to mind after reading your post i do not know... childhood is so vunerable... as colored floating balloons popping one at a time...
Alot of stark and really strong images of sadness and longing.
"Skating through the heavens with a flask of old pulteney" Man, can I relate to that! Mulling middle-age domestication through the peat vapors.
"Straddled by the living times - now wishing we had stayed." Those were the days, my friend! I really enjoyed this lament, Larry.
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