Poetry – MindWraith

When the mist thickens.

Poetry mist through barren spindly trees in the night

When the mist thickens, gestures shiver in the encroaching chill disjointed voices hiss behind closed shutters promises scratched on yellowed pages drip in fresh ink chest drawers slide hollow and empty, there it gathers unformed, unseen the haunting, of the unspoken. . . .

Ruins, ruins.

Poem A campfire by the lake in the night surrounded by trees

The glimmer on the night lake doused in flames A crescent moon’s smile torn asunder flush rose petals crushed underfoot feathered caresses frostbite tips A birdsong snapped with a twist ruins, ruins by a bat of an eye brave of heart is one that melts in the forge. . . .

Steps on the pathless

Poem footsteps on the sands by the beach, black and white image

These feet move of their own accord tracing out its path Where do you go? “I know not” I say, confused “There is nothing before me” Why do you go? seeing no further than the tips of my toes, I whisper “I do not, I’ve simply been carried” Carried where? “Ever into the unknown.” soContinue reading “Steps on the pathless”

Hat of Sanity

Poetry a pocket watch half submerged in sands

Tip your head back laugh harder let your joints pop clack-a-lacking to the mad frenzy Oh no! Time waits for no man get going manic is the new normal everyone’s wearing the Mad Hatter’s hat of sanity Ha! Ha! Oh no! No time to stop Who dares stop?! xxx

Slick rocks.

Poetry pebbles of different sizes and colors under clear river

The body lay broken on slick rocks gathered to lift it up by the banks of the raging river a rag doll discarded, cold blackened lips parted glass orbs reflecting the grey skies cracked to the void of a wound that rendered it wordless . . .

Bloodline

Poetry Red sun hanging low behind barren trees obscured by a low mist

She twirls on the palm of my hand skin puckered to the swish of her clear skirts tap-tap bare footfalls up my arm blowing through the tangles of my weeping weaves whistling by the drums of these winding caverns Thumb~ a beat ‘Listen’ Thumb—Thumb! ‘Listen!’ she howls ‘The river of blood that runs through All.’Continue reading “Bloodline”

In the dying light.

Poetry dried russet leaves on branches wet after rainfall

Glass drops caught on bare fingers rolling down arms lifted in a poise stilled to the dying sun wrapping sheaths of light on her skin, splaying by her sides a dancer frozen mid-spin — A flurry of feathers, jolts her arms flailing sparkling beads spill shatter into the ground. ***

Let it howl

Poetry lightening bolt against purple black skies

Purple black bruised skies I see you throbbing ‘For who?‘ ‘From what?‘ Bring up the storm Whip up the wind Let it howl Let it rain Let me catch the broken pieces I hold no shade no umbrella over me come pour I will catch the littlest drops of you with the whole of meContinue reading “Let it howl”

Headless

Carry these tunes from my lips Lead the way Oh winds of the wings along my heart carry this melody echoing across lands Lead the way I have let reason take flight My head disintegrated my body now roams headless don’t look disgusted at the open nakedness don’t look to possess The beating melody reigns

Prayer Jar

Poetry a glass jar tied with a ribbon on earthy ground

A piece of pulped wood smudged charcoal fervent fingers a primal prayer imprinted burnt in a flash of flames ashes ashes they float like dust moats momentarily suspended till a gust of wind send them scattering far and wide far and wide the air swirls with prayers an open jar never full Does anybody hearContinue reading “Prayer Jar”