Destiny

originally written May 2000, revised December 2006

Destiny

December 2006

 

The wiper blade dance brush crimson streaks

reflected upon the glass.

Spattered liquor droplets,

adorn the soiled carpets.

The wind piles its heavy self upon

the blanket of the night.

Satin blown through chambers impending to reside,

reciprocating the candor of intent.

How stupid it seems, to trudge across the bridge of life,

tedioiusly side-stepping the inevitable deceleration.

The wind chaps love once enclosed in bitter hearts,

the clammy caulk of apathy, nothing more behind the helm.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

It takes one situation into another one...
each dissolves completely...
as I read the lines of this verse...
I'd liked to seen both styles...
yet this one has all the notions ---

[zainul]

Wonderful work.