Winter leaking into our phosphate spines
Fingers curled and clawing at sun baked whispers behind our lips
Trying to convey what silence tastes like on parched lungs
Misfortune snapping at our humming bird fingertips
The lost do not wish to be found.
So much emotion in so few words <3
AS ever, tantalizing imagery so sensually rich and meaningful on many levels. Excellent.
and as always you write unbelievably well
thank you, and as always you write incredibly thought provoking comments
Ash winters and droughted lands filled with roaming souls faith all gone, tonged twisted or mute words never to describe nightmares of waking and sleeping yet find comfort in the company of another even if its for a restful minute.
and yet people fade and dull, rounded edges and sharp jutting cheek bones with tongues folded behind them, words are senseless and comfort is a fleeting touch of burnt out neurons
And how do you have rounded edges and sharp points???????
eyes are round and elbows are sharp the human body is weird and juxtaposed
faded the bodies may be, souls as empty as air and never as white as snow, yet sooner lesson to the tongs of bone then those from whispered lips and forked tongs, and treasure every touch no matter how fleeting.
but it's those fleeting touches, those kind words and fluttering palpitations that drown us out at sea where no set of lungs will salvage our ship wrecked smiles and disjointed fingertips
Yet its those hands that shall pulls us from the water into a boat as the ship sinks, Those words that will ask if your ok and not hurt, Those palpitations that shall fill the heart with love for when there is no rescuer you can smile and know you had a good run (or float ☻.
I suppose human kindness while on the brink of extinction exists in small crevices, so wrapped up in oneself and the switchblade attitudes around us cause kindness to seem somewhat artificial and untrustworthy.
In a world of "self" it is hard to see the few people that do care or show compassion, but when looking threw canyons and crevices there's always a chance to find gold.
Feels like you did what I do once in a while. Just let it happen. Impressive, I will look at some of your other work.
Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it and are taking the time to read some more of my work.
beautiful, a very moving piece