Flüchtig

Agilely placed finger-tips atop your temples

Bid you to shield your eyes and listen deep

(Echoes)

 

But how deep can you delve when your mind is burning?

(Crackles)

Kindle, seep

Nestle, soot

Incorporeal hands pat and extinguish the fire.

 

Now begins your quest into the dreams, you aspire

To douse the hot-headed gods,

To shock-freeze the browning temptress,

To dim the flame of desire.

 

Nape to nous

Cerebellum to syntax

You see through abysmal sounds

The icing-over of the most lavish crowns.

 

The crowns, are the worn

Or do they warn?

 

In your attempt to cool the wicked,

To burn your own scorn,

You find yourself

Conflagrant,

Frigid,

Torn.

 

 

Flüchtig;

Fleeting fugitive;

Ephemerally volatile.

Author's Note

I've recently made a mistake so great, I wonder how I could have ignored my own warning written on that day. Fire, hatred, torment within my head. It's curious how one can write something and not truly understand it until some later date.

Written February 18, 2013.

Reviews

[songstress]

Beautifully vivid. I cannot find anything wrong with this piece, and I hope that more people will come to appreciate the intricacy of the words and images that you share with people. The pauses initiated by the word placement as well as the comma's are perfect. Truly good for engaging the reader in thought. "Now begins your quest into the dreams, you aspire... to douse the hot-headed gods,to shock-freeze the browning temptress.." And your use of parenthesis, to highlight sound not only provides a nice emphasis, but allows for a nice bit of charm to enter your piece. I love it, and I hope others will come to enjoy your work as well.