Avalanche

Aching
Creaking
Cracking
Bleeding

A mountain of white, trembling
Upon this I lay sleeping
I lay dreaming until it breaks.

The force, the power, the might incredibly endearingly dangerously wanted

Pop one, I'm good.
Pop two, I'm great
The third caused a pause
To which darkness becomes innate

The separation seeping through the cracks,
Tumbling
Rumbling
Spinning down.

Broken
Aching
Bleeding

Until you are the top and I,
Buried deeply.
Disjointed from all except white darkness.

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

I agree with JerryB, this is indeed, exceptional, inspiring. I adore your captivating, intense melancholic imagery.

Brilliantly executed, with pleasing flow.

I'm becoming a fast fan of your work. I look forward to reading more!

[A. Hannah]

Ms. Barrie, I'm honored by your words! Thank you so much! I used to write so much! I stopped for such an awfully long time, then on Monday I said to Hell with it... The Storm was the first poem I had written in about 6 years. You all humble me so very much, you are an amazing writer and to be followed by you is just awesome!!!

[ms. barrie]

you're very welcome, your art is pleasure to read. All my gratitude for your gracious thoughts upon my scribbles...I'm thrilled you enjoy them. I'm sincerely appreciative. & so glad that you started writing again!!
I am in the same boat, which is why I plan to start taking a hiatus from reviewing & concentrate on new writing projects, one I have in mind is stumping me & this site has become too distracting.

I'll be back soon to once again read your art.
X -barrie

[A. Hannah]

I look forward to a new discovery from you! Best of luck!
Writers block can sure be a thorn!

[JerryB]

Exceptional writing, A. Hannah. Perfect in its inception and masterfully penned. this poem gave me such a feeling of despair, not because the writing wasn't good, my friend, if I may call you friend, but because it touched my inner core. Thank you!

[A. Hannah]

Jerry! I am so glad that this touched you! As yes, my friend, you may call me that.