Janine Ecks Poems
|3.||The End Of The World||2/22/2012|
|4.||Bread Crumb Trail||2/22/2012|
|9.||White Dove's Peak||2/22/2012|
|11.||The Thousandth Sigh||2/22/2012|
|12.||Dead Man Dreaming In The Dust||2/22/2012|
|13.||The Wanton Shepherd||2/22/2012|
|14.||On The Edge||2/22/2012|
|15.||Wash Over Me||2/22/2012|
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Your ghost on the horizon calls my name.
My arms reach out, yanking against the chains.
I cannot reach; again my will is drained...
I fall, I crush your memory to my core.
This carnal rage ignites a fire within.
The smoking embers sizzle through my skin
And fly off, ashes scattered on the wind,
Fly home to you, to be dust on your floor.
The End Of The World
The fire is creeping closer.
The nova has arrived.
The sun has blinked some time now;
Too long the world's survived.
For days the radiant lily
Has reached the peak of bloom,
And though she knows the prophecy,
She fears a death at noon.