Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 19, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

07-19-05 tuesday 10pm

what rings loud during silence has little voice amongst other distractions. turning heads hold cold dominion over limping lives.

if it's not the end to be feared, then it must be the beginning. as it needles itself into sleeping veins and enrages once peaceful blood.

every color more vivid. every tiny twinge an apocalypse.

and those that survive huddle together wishing they hadn't. babes in mangers unattended. while on the world turns faster with each echo of their cries.

what sight dooesn't grant, some other sense will. they lay dormant under the cloak of our hearts waiting until they are needed. marking each small step until.

what shone brightest in the darkness can barely be seen in daylight.

you'll long to see it again. but you'll never be able to unless you return to where it lives. it cannot come to you.

07-19-05 tuesday 11:50pm

swallow's tails skirting the surface of the ocean.the intricacies of the feather separating.

pinpoints of light deflecting your vision. it's dark enough that everything is illuminated. everything that ought to be.

we may falter when those steps we take. soft soil callously provoking our weakness.

but falling is a welcome retreat. from all this movement. all this scattered strength. when most of all submissive is what hearts require.

no atoms is too small. no moment too brief. that it could ever be lost.

the sleeve is cut short. as time ensues. but still the arm curls and the muscle is revealed.

wear what you will, but know that it cannot wear you.

picking up a fragment at a time. the pieces that remain not longing. only hoping to find.

where in the lesson lies. what to take away from now that the garden denies.

petals dropped. and stamens fruitless. between us only earth and sky.

love in every footprint. laying there limp like a stranded jellyfish. orphaned by the ebbing tide.