hamlet

published "1998" Dusting off Dreams"

curse the sharp rain and its ice tears
i enter stage left into this town titled recluse
my minds hermit and servant sealed this shroud

is the sky still blue?
can my eyes be saved?

as i sit and bleed
i enjoy the color as it sings with the darkness

"Hark!" screamed the piper out at sunset
and a cracking of screams from the river's bed
a melody of splashes enjoying the sun

under the mushroom sleeping faithfully
still cringing

he is cold
very cold

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

perfect just perfect..

it's like an abstract painting, where all the broken slivers of images form to create a very vivid and haunting tale.

such stark words.. chilling me in the best possible ghost story in the wee hours kind of way