Monday, July 18, 2011

Bridging rage

it was better in the dark
when i could see through thoughts;
curse the vultures that failed;
tear apart what tears regard
veins of bloodless sanity;
when endless echoes of fateful rage
bridge, alongside life.


concrete walls crushed the space
of breath;
death redeemed, within again.



I feel agony along a searching way. The window photo is captivating -- barbara

JeannetteLS said...

Oh to have the minimalism of a poet, and the ability to tumble words with such power.

But I'm not a poet and you are. I am so glad I have found your blog.