poetry

setting

Shining clear Focus golden  Not a color Before the colors come Shading pink Where wispy white was formerly seen Sharpens orange Slicing and scratching Dripping red Sacrifice to shadows Bleeding out, hemorrhage Bruising purples Laced with black Tracing mountains Hiding seashores Lost shape and sight and clarity To night

lament, poetry, psalms

Where we Float, The Ocean Wild

Wild is the ocean. Where expanse swallows October. Ravens circle, they know the time. When the swell dips too low. And the peaks shoot high. The season when even careless shipmen practice wisdom. They’ve heard, they’ve learned, that our journey will end under the world. The water is made for drowning. We know it, It… Continue reading Where we Float, The Ocean Wild