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.
Wash Over Me
One more reservation is floating away...
So many I've shed now that what can I weigh?
Cleansed by the lapping of white-lidded waves,
Unfettered, I'm fearless and free.
Let the waters wash over me.
I'm small in this vast open midnight sea,
A sole grain of sand in an infinity.