Touch Me With Light

could be a poem. could be a prayer. could be garbage.

Are you with me

At the cusp of the torrent

Gray skies ragged

And the hungered earth

Beneath my tread worn feet

My veneration sanguine

Etched in weathered stone

As the birds of the air

Snatch your sustenance from

My blistered tongue

Bring me to my knees

Scrabbling at the door

That never opens

I can see past my imagination

To eternity

And I am but damp breath

Panting for you in the gathering storm

Time is a finite line

Destiny a place where the promise

Of your arms surrounding

My fractured soul  

Is the transient fragrance

Of crushed petals that bleed out

Through my clenched fists

Token moments can’t sustain

I need you now

To touch me with light

Again.

TL Boehm 04/04/13 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Time is a finite line

Destiny a place where the promise

Of your arms surrounding

My fractured soul

Is the transient fragrance

Of crushed petals that bleed out "

Even your prayers or dialogues with God are so poetic and bleed red beauty within...A great one...:)...........

[TL Boehm]

Thank you Sami. I'm so glad you liked this one.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................

[Jack...]

Etched in weathered stone
As the birds of the air
Snatch your sustenance from
My blistered tongue

You definitely have a way with words and have found the oathway straight to my mind. This piece mesmerized me with troment and anguish but

I need you now
To touch me with light
Again.

Washed me clean. Very nice.

[TL Boehm]

Thank you. :)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

what a tormented creature, though fortunately she/he articulates her/his needs and demands very well

[TL Boehm]

thank you Sheema

[therisa]

Your
Poetic fingers
Glide across the loom
Producing poetic prayers
Which span across
All religious believes.

Touching all
By the breathe
Of your skill touch.

[TL Boehm]

Thank you dear, your review is more eloquent than the poem. (hugs)

[therisa]

Your welcome and thank you, Tammy, for your very kind words for my poetic response.