pounds the earth,
cleansing it to its very pores.
threatens to drown all we have know,
and carry our thoughts away
on a warm current of air.
a necessary element of life,
a salve for a parched throat,
heat’s only savior.
the force of it can shake your being
and tear every single shard you thought
was able to hold itself together
Until there is nothing left.
Only an endless
stream, current, tide, pool, river, lake, sea, ocean, world –
shrouded in the salt of mankind’s tears.
I’ve been writing a lot of poems lately, I guess I’m just in a poetic mood. Here’s my newest one. Please comment!
across the bay –
the feathered mask
was old enough
with force –
the Black Swan
small expanse of
I didn’t dig this out from anywhere, I’m just going to write it on the spot.
Multifaceted seas of the Hudson
in glass windows
of a thousand suns