Swirl of light and dark
Divided diaphanous murk, this land
Cairns of silt and windblown sand
Through lonely hours
Born of dove
Or without hand
Does labyrinth extend a search,
Fan the flickered heat?
Night's unruly phantom laugh fallow
Crushed foot querulous
Gash through desert and meadow
Sing out,
Whoever, whatever stands
Beyond lowering curtain
And a tired child's ear
Smelt ore clanging in shape to metal
Pour the diecast mold,
Frozen in
Deeds of bone, flesh left cold
Wrought of sickness and mistaken tremble,
A withered form,
Melt eternal.
Seeps the day's trickle of anthills
Under falling foot's shadow
Save this rubble of shining home
This thick shellac I scrape
While crawling
For love,
For mystery,
For a silent star's burn
Traces the ax blade,
Hung over clasped knuckles
silent star's burns, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Thank you, that's nice of you to say. :)