The Distance Yesterday

Written across many years. I found the parts in the varied experiences that formed the threshold of my career like a fuselage blown to smithereens in a stormy weather.

Let's, here, rummage the rubble,
walk through shards of hopes smashed
on the threshold, or trudge through
wilted cannisters of countless stillbirths.
Years ago.
 
Now that the putrid fumes of withered dreams
whirl and curl like Cain's smoke in the forgotten
distance,
now that the chequered rhythms of our common quests
are futile thunderclaps in the cloudbanks
of the distant past -

let's sit, friend,
in this vast nest and look back to the
distance yesterday.

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

Reviews

[Touché Armada]

Enjoyable write, I love the energy in this the chaos and the despair well not so much really, who really loves all that? No I love the way this write is wrapped up the last three lines they are priceless, so very simple, "lets sit, friend" it creates a final peace in this.. and space between the madness and a possible vastness void of calamity ahead, just such a great ending.