The hunger and the feast.

My attempt at capturing how the purpose of turmoil is intertwined with the purpose of bliss.

Staring out the window

As the early

October moon rises

Carrying the cloak of nightfall

where we wear all of our disguises

My eyes see more than words can say

I feel the warmth contrast against colder days

The traces of radiation like a grand finally 

While the wind carries red autumn leaves away

How sweet the sudden sip 

Of life communicating the beauty of the temporary

Through my yearning for the somber charm to stay

But isn't that the nature of the beast

give and take to offer sweet release

Every day an offer unrepeated

tomorrow's sunrise illuminates

Yet another masterpiece 

When you see these days that I beathe in so deeply

Can you feel your soul blend with time like blood into a river

Unveiling the roots of immense complexity to be something simple disguised as clever

Bliss is nothing without the moments we wither

we grasp at peaks and conquer valleys unequivocally to fathom their scope.

-Extended-

An aching from within my heart triggers 

These smile lines  to crinkle

Into twisted mixed emotions

I wish you could feel each single one 

But you see droplets from their oceans

If not for my inability to paint my mind in words for all to see, I would have no rabbit to race after on this track

look at me trailing off

But listen it's not nonsense

What you write off irrelevant

I offer as nuances

I can't quite keep my thoughts in line

I swear this mind is haunted

to finish pouring out my heart is all I've ever wanted.

Author's Note

I don't write in structure. In fact I refuse to. Please offer your thoughts.

Reviews

[Isabella Ivy]

Oh my! This piece is so far beyond me. So smart and yet I'm drawn in by the emotion, related to the beauty. Some of the lines are so moving, I didn't want to let them go! Many accolades to you, writer. I.I.