AwayA Poem by RuseInexi found myself standing on a beach cliff, its perpetual breeze chilling my face, blowing my hair on its own face, the grey, dried soil, showing me its broad cheeks, of cracked aggregates, embedded with centuries old, white shells, eons of them, above and below, staring naked at me their ghosts long gone, up into the atmosphere, carried away, forever swirling by trade winds their kin lie on rocky beds alive in the coves, as if trying to tell me something of what has been, buried deep in the past, waiting their turn, things the winds whisper and they too carry, secrets somehow, of all they’ve heard and seen, recorded in clay, replayed by the voices of winds and sea to change my disposition, and for some who listen, to turn my course to wonder, while they follow their own course over immeasurable time, embedded, unimpeded to the furthest points, along the cliffs and on to infinity, while i, following their white veins, as far as the timid eye can see to the roar of breaking, waves down below, slamming rock and coral reef, while their low murmurs, instill courage to my heart, their primal sounds give me sight i feel now by emboldened eye, the seabirds, whose eggs nestled, on the sands below, hidden, away from marauders, within the craigs of these, limestone embedded cliffs, give me comfort that like them I will find the same protection from hatchlings to feathered wings of speedy flight, soaring free and high above, gliding through the slate grey, from pensive adoration to envy if only i could, i’d follow flight i’d not come back i’d fly with the tern, the pelican and the stork i’d fly with the seahawks, who follow the setting of the sun, toward the limitless western horizon, bearing ever so slightly over phantom lines of time soaring to the south i’d go, over weeks of flight, without measure, or accord on to the antarctic, lost in the hurricanes the stinging flecks of water and salt, cleansing my soul, washing my eyes on the sharp ice of the bergs freezing my skin with the blue of their solid walls, of frozen cliffs, where only there, i’d find my own rest frozen beneath the steel, of the midnight sky, i’d not die the pin pricks, of the platinum white, starlit dome, giving me life immortality breathed, of the night’s heaven, steering my course to everlasting splendor away from the shores, of earthen wastelands, worn out by heavy treads, redundant noise mad moves, endless goals with little purpose, but for the pursuit of greater noise worn out by men who have forgotten, how to breathe in thoughtfulness, in peacefulness forgotten how to sit still and ponder far away i’d fly, far from the shores of sorry man, and his constant wants and whines his pains of violence and hunger, his intrusive prying, of self and greed who has prodded and poked, into my weary soul, relentlessly, without measure of restraint, whose presence will now be over and done away, away with it all i’d fly to a place where no one would find me a place where even one, whose presence calls himself friend, cannot be a place where no creature dares come but me, solitary, painful with lonely, yet free © 2018 RuseInex |
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Added on May 17, 2018 Last Updated on May 17, 2018 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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