Cin Sweet Fields


coyote


Howling, these coyote eyes fixing on the moon,
Howling, even then, in this now weathered skin,
Wrapped much tighter, much tighter then
Much tighter around these now brittle bones
Even then, I'd just be howling, feeling so alone,
Even then, though I was howling, howling,
Standing in the middle of all of them

Empty even then, standing blank and staring
Eyeing, mingling with their multi-colored shapes,
Their motion, mixing mashing changing
Littering up the empty in my eyes
I'd smile, when a smile sought my eyes
It's intention fueling the yearning, the burning
Churning up my loneliness inside

The shape of it then, a smile wrapped within my lips,
A tiresome lonely smile trapped in my collapse,
My tight skin then unwinding, unweathered, unwrapping
And I, so hollowed, so empty even then,
Hollowed by the empty of my loneliness within,
Even then, when I was howling in this now weathered skin
Even then I howled alone, in the middle of all of them

Submitted: Friday, November 06, 2009
Edited: Thursday, September 16, 2010
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  • Rookie Allan O (11/6/2009 9:24:00 PM)

    very nicely written...I really enjoyed reading..thanks Cin ~^..^ (Report) Reply

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