A Terrible Grace

While the vast darkness

between stars

keeps me cradled in the arms

of a silent grace

the holding up of

a failing heart

in need of night's

blanket of solace

a covering sufficient

deeming me

forgetful enough

to lay beneath

and take

in breath

enveloped in morning's

blaring light

where giant bodies looming

black out the sun

as Jupiter appears ready

to swallow the earth

in a swirl of Mother's

twirling skirts

terrible and hungry

for blood sprinkled

ruin

how ridiculously

precarious we sit

atop

a teetering pin

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life is precarious...for sure.

the way of the planets...what mother earth can do to us...nature gets its revenge eventually for all the abuse we give it..


beautifully written poetry here.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you! :)