WD 184 “My Desert”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. My Desert A studied hand, breaks the corner of the stormfront Measured- and- my heart beats with the breath of the wind – Can you hold destiny in your pocket? Devise a central theme for the whole of the nation? Fuse your fingers to the trigger?Continue reading “WD 184 “My Desert””

WD 135 “Isolation”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Isolation The big picture has no character A floral pastiche of  Places without people, objective facts Liberated accents of muted color, range and flow But look upon the hand that paints it and you’ll see Deep scars Sorrowfully twisted fingers, bled to dryness like winter birches Continue reading “WD 135 “Isolation””

WD 117 “Bleached Bones”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Bleached Bones Agoraphobia Keep a calm mind Even when the walls of your house begin to melt into spiders I’m feeling your acid rain, on my bare skin Bleaching the nerves white, blank, ghostly Till the sins of childhood are wrung out like a bloody ragContinue reading “WD 117 “Bleached Bones””