RAMPANT

a new day dawns

the trumpet sounds

deafens in a reveille

startles to wake

surges to fall

leaps within reach

sharpens each and every peak

follows a seam

pins to needles

tingling along my spine

twisting beneath the surface

a rush of thorns

cling, scratch and tear

plunging deep, begging frantic

compel screams be whispers

the air soars ferocious

wings beat brutal against my face

stretching blackness tight

across my eyes

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

Reviews

[Edizen]

This sounds to me like waking up in the morning, still feeling somewhat tired, taking that big yawn and stretching to the limit, and then motivating yourself to get up out of bed. This feels really relatable when I think of it this way.
It also reminds me of sunrise in general, as well as the the idea of bringing everything to life and to light, and just getting the whole day starting again. love it, love it, love it.

[Weeping willow]

Wonderfully expressed poem, can feel the words that paint images across my mind ;-]

[Gaurav]

the day and the sound of its inching towards each cell...nice imaginary..poignant piece...

[wordman]

the image it`s self instills terror,sounds of fear cry out