Enveloped by nubilous darkness Transfixing the lightning seams Entreating, bolts for forgiveness And a coalescence of solidarity Deafening, the raucous thunder Rendered silent by a lesser man Listening to every transgression Synchrony without and within Consumed by torrential offerings Pouring heart and passion forth Inundated by tearful effluxion Drowning in sympathetic remorse Touched by theContinue reading “Perfect storm”
Paused beneath the red stoplight’s luminance; lulled by the engine’s purr on a dark, drizzly morning; a blood-splattered, noctilucent mist reflects across the untended windshield, and he thinks of her photo by: me!
Periwinkle skies with a dollop of primrose angrily wanting to shine, but nimbus shed tears are for frolicking bare toes and Sol is jealous of mine
Whether wither weathers freeze Or whether weather weathers trees Whether weathers wither knows Whither wither weather snows
A rose upon the coffin lain A storm felled petal, perfection’s bane This abyss’ edge o’er which we peer Will flood with rain cut with a tear
Me: Mighty Sequoia, why is it that in all but the heaviest downpours, your roots remain dry? Sequoia: It is because the older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve grown, and the deeper my roots burrow into memory far away from the influence of the sky. Only the most unforgiving rain can churn the memories, muddyingContinue reading “Mighty Sequoia”