The Sightless Soldier

Clipped by a propellor,
old faithful's spout of scarlet rushes.
Blindfold tourniquette, won’t you
save liberty's ringing drums?

A marcher in the war is lost.
The fright of a mute’s symphony
teeter-totters, like old gravity’s wreck.
Earth hearkens to solemn passersby.

Stumbling drunkard, shaking legs.
Momentum shrugs at resistance.
Shivering towards the stillness,
sinkhole swallows the sightless soldier.

Reviews

[Winslow Des Totes]

Again! I love the trippy but insightful quality of your words; almost Gonzo style but not quite and yet still striking and provocative in the most fascinating way! You have made a fan of me!! Wow!

[Cameron Berry]

Thank you! Trippy is a sense that I hope to encapsulate in my writing, so that's awesome to hear :).

[Winslow Des Totes]

Well you've got a real knack for it! Keep up the good work!

[duff]

Your imagery is very picturesque. You feel as if you're right there on sight. Nice work

[Cameron Berry]

Thank you duff for your kind words. I really appreciate it.

[duff]

Absolutely! I enjoyed reading it