Inside my SOUL...

An older piece revisited...

 

Pale and clouded, lying motionless;

winter’s fury, summer’s flame.

Faded faces, speaking shrilly,

wrestling, stalking in my mind.

Rising, weeping in a corner;

laughing, racing in a field.

Still and stable, screeching silence;

crawling age and creeping years.

I stand on winter’s crippling strand,

staring and shaking by the sight

of embering photos in a drawer,

bathed in memory’s dying dust.

And yet this moment I have peace,

for hope is seared inside my soul.

 

Reviews

[Touché Armada]

Now to sweep it and filter it all up wet it down to substance and meld it... Yes, thats advice I think.

"staring and shaking by the sight"... perhaps shaken?

Like it, good write.
it's disjointed, erratic and that I can relate to I can see things hurling through the air at speeds that would break your fingers if they hit the pen, thus you only hold up a small portion in motion (its less ouchie like that) ..

Hope is seared inside my soul.. As long as it still burns it prompts a fight of some sort.

[deeps]

I like this, this is a wonderful write here.
Very well written and said. enjoyable read.