An older one.


The haze rises higher
under masses of brighter statues.
Folding in and falling under
the weather smothers us, sweetly.

Under stark billows
which flood the winter quiet
denial strides explicitly--
a minuscule beacon, outshone.

By way of surrender
tender wounds heal, peacefully.
Surreal are the changes that occur nightly.
Saturnine, meaning cut clean by desire.

All the little things crave me again
as I crave them
yet I cannot take hold of their shining allure.
Break me in two. I have no reasons anymore.

I dream of these
unfulfilled disasters, waiting to happen;
they will never be.
I am not free to pursue their atrocities.

Lingering still
you are, you are...
as my wishes are severed
by this perilous weather.

Poetry by intothehaze
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Written on 2005-08-13 at 23:47

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Commentally Ill

you know, i don't think you should insult the reader by telling them the definition of your word. if they are smart, they will catch the meaning. if they are dumb, and too lazy to look it up or catch the meaning from the context of your words, they should have to suffer in ignorance, you're making it too easy.

coincidentally, i didn't know what that word meant till you told me.


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i feel a jeckel and hyde moment lol a brighter side to the other piece.