The Sun's Promise

 

 

 

I wish I was bruised.

That the stories…evident and expressed

Like songs sung in perfect pitch

To carry themselves across definition

and space and time

Like thorns crowned upon a liar’s head

to tell of disgraces and shame.

Shattering shame that shatters

Before its reflected judgment in the glued pieces of broken dirty mirrors

where patience failed to reconfigure and affix it for its bounty.

Too far down damp halls

Rank with the musk of atrophied limbs…limber

And humbled by their own inertia and ineptitude

Where sleep is found and lost

In trembling fingers that quake before their impending task.

Unsheathed and unleashed to set the night a-blaze

Only to holster themselves in the Sun’s promise.

 

 

Reviews

[Katrina]

wow -- i have a feeling that's going to be a word i use a lot when reviewing you. you leave me speechless, which is quite the task since generally people can't shut me up. i loved all of it, but the simplicity and rawness of the first line caught me and held me. loveloveloved it. the end.

xxx

[Phantom Heart]

Great word play on this. I was also reading a few of your other poems and I am fond of them. Well done...

[Tessa]

"Like songs sung in perfect pitch" and "Unsheathed and unleashed to set the night a-blaze"--- awesome awesome lines.