art, poetry

Distemper’s fall

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Then I remembered

the feeling of peace

emerald in quietude

cares of world gathered beyond

wound frugal in keepsake

selfish hour to behold

given merciful for weary souls

who strive with open eyes growing dry

in ceaseless stare into broken storm

being just for now

a tinkered peace

rain in silver sheets

cutting off sound

heavy and absorbing night

a haberdashery of weighted silence

reminder of the power and violence of being alive

darkness prematurely glimmering

fresh wind risen from swelling shore

feeling our tension dearticulate and release

all heaviness, all fear, all held breath

weighing, pressing us nose down

malformed spine wishing to be proud

like ancient drums, rain beats undeterred

by us who would have dominion

we no more than any sheltering, spark love

courtesy of nature’s betrothed trust

guardian’s who forget our place get lost

in re-making empty grandeur instead of love

still rain vents its anguish and orange ore

in powerful deluge drowning desire paper-thin

we could be swept right now from every vain pursuit

a tinge of danger electric in humid, woolen air, we are reduced

to owning ourselves and letting go

observers of something greater, letting us know

you are no more than this tree, leveled by my hand

this swollen stream bursting its banks, this growth, fire, cyclone, this order and disorder

you owe yourself to me, I am all, only I give you leave in small release you feel

when opening, I swallow day, while in battle with wind and rain you see the irony of your torment

and you let it go, to whirl like specters, cutting swath through sheets of rain until calm composes in balancing gain

 

(art by author)

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16 thoughts on “Distemper’s fall

  1. “You owe yourself to me.”

    BOOM! to that for sure!

    And, this:

    “open eyes growing dry

    in ceaseless stare into broken storm

    being just for now

    a tinkered peace

    rain in silver sheets

    cutting off sound

    heavy and absorbing night

    a haberdashery of weighted silence

    reminder of the power and violence of being alive

    darkness prematurely glimmering

    fresh wind risen from swelling shore

    feeling our tension dearticulate and release”

    This is well-done. Seems like you selected just the right words for the artwork, it’s suitable without going overboard. Great one, love. Great, indeed.

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  2. Oh my….this poem has the pacing of an anthem. powerful and memorable imagery.

    “malformed spine wishing to be proud

    like ancient drums, rain beats undeterred

    by us who would have dominion

    we no more than any sheltering, spark love

    courtesy of nature’s betrothed trust

    guardian’s who forget our place get lost

    in re-making empty grandeur instead of love” …..

    Liked by 1 person

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