Flowers of the Sand

It staggers me 
Venom playful on my tongue 
My vein
Cupping crisp flowers of sand just to
Watch as they sift in me

It is a blinding of sorts
A coolness that darkens the wrist

That’s how he laid it down
He spoke quite clearly
As if clearly
This could be forgiven

“Do not fellow the flaws of your enemy
Let them come
All appealing
All golden
Feed of brackish immunization
Wash away the teary smiles from those days of
Cold fetus
Hopeless minds
Be strung
Claim each chord carefully
Darken the sins of ivory
Crisp as scrimshaw saddled soul”

But I have dreamt 
Stalked by antlers of eastern awakening 
Pouring water on a pottery moon 
Jasmine scented stars

I have been beveled over odd and spine
Smells of animal
And songs of war

Talked of blood and yes
I have killed and
Lived
Tangled my days in wires and barb 
Impossible

I have stabbed at my legs
Struggled inside a beast
Like you

Fear
Loss
Truth…. God
And every strike 
Strikes back into the stains of sand
Each infernal blow
Kafka finds me kinder
Morphed
A deep discernable scar

Quarried 
Memories 
Towers made to bleed

In short
Petty are these
Little orchards 
Flowers of the sand

Daring you 
As I
Walking ledge
Would dare 
Dare of I

Our limbs
Wounds 
Splitting back

Ships on docks intent
A chest filled in forest
Pounding time

Always ashes 
Always time

In the coolness 
The kiss of 
Late handled afternoon 
Lips make moods entwine
Linen 
Hanging like cherries
Freely spoken 
A valentine of breeze
Moments lingering
Forever on the vine

I listen
In the brief holstered moment 
Soft prayers from her father
Uncertain
Unceremonious

She eyes my thoughts 
Then dies
Rain brushed hair 
Draped over the last of coming sun
Whispering my lament in a life of beads and
Thoughtless worries
No flowers made of sand

Only a life now over
Made from
I someday
Know we will

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Aloha,

This one stirs in me great turmoil as I read through...anguish, actually... broken dreams and fractured paths.

I wonder sometimes about those words of wisdom we may have received in our younger days... were they really words of wisdom or rather the impetuous naivete of youth fueled by large stores of testosterone?

Hmm.... could be estrogen, as well... to be fair...

This one is riveting in it's emotional impact! Images on the brain as I read through will now haunt me the rest of this day...

Thank you....

Alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Always with the younger days…THESE are the younger days!!!…Thanks and estrogen or not I'm hoping the "stain" sticks~

[Alisa Js]

Yes, I agree...in that all we have is this moment. Right now. At this place...if we are always in the present which is where we live and breathe...then, yes...these are the younger days😛

Sending you thoughts of everything amazing...

Always,

Alisa💫