Austin Davis : Writing

BLEAK

BLEAK

A Poem by Austin Davis


Bleak is the mind galivanting through time From perception to hallucination, to porpoise, to swine The living surmise, that death has purpose, In s..
Of A Multiverse of Possibility

Of A Multiverse of Possibility

A Poem by Austin Davis


Walking alone in the hot summer rain is an unsung melodyWet hair and brow and unrelinquished flameShe dances ahead of me unrestrainedWhere tall weeds ..
Congratulations, Michelangelo!

Congratulations, Michelangelo!

A Poem by Austin Davis


There is a forever apart from infinityAn eternity not withholding in its mysteryThere is a long grey beach extending along an endless sceneWhere there..
What Makes That Spider Divine

What Makes That Spider Divine

A Poem by Austin Davis


-I've seen of a scene serene,the crumbling pinnacle of all that is paramount;an unanswered ringing from beyond the rift.Do we grow in age to breed lik..
Loneliness is the Grounded Moth

Loneliness is the Grounded Moth

A Poem by Austin Davis


-Loneliness is the grounded moth that wears his fabric wide and long Himself, alone, in his cocoon of echoed thought Tailored are the morose-gr..
Galaxies in View

Galaxies in View

A Poem by Austin Davis


Galaxies in view are but ghostly shadows of a past gently skewed;vibrant echoes of ancient purple and green and haunted blue. The emptiness that I am ..
Buried in The Sand

Buried in The Sand

A Poem by Austin Davis


Regret is a passive plea,not unlike the charade of castles in my dreams,built from cards and flattened by an unforeseeable breeze.The sea is to blame,..
Spring's Wintry Leaves

Spring's Wintry Leaves

A Poem by Austin Davis


Spring's wintry leaves, like clamoring hands that wave at me As I stand with my wintry knees, shaking in the wintry breeze Because something i..
Temporal

Temporal

A Poem by Austin Davis


If Iwere a disease, if I were an ailmentTo be treated and cured by medical remedyA recollection of leaves, of discarded and forgotten memoriesIf only ..
Death's Chainsaw

Death's Chainsaw

A Poem by Austin Davis


As cascading trees in Death's dreams, we each grow to fall.In our frozen, dilapidated state, we're all the same, though.It's the tranquility of man-ma..

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