This too shall pass
A keening in my soul
Flagrantly imprecise
Yet bold as ice
Transfixed by nature
The cycle unchanged
As fluid as a fire
Raging in my savage soul
But failing all this
A work of art
Splashed on the page
In black and white
Grey intoxicants
Cruel inhalation
Haggard and dry
Broken down
On cobblestones
In back alleys
Gutter complexity
Utter despondence
And salty tears
Washing away
Into the somber sea.
Sam
i like it when you write poetry.
Thank you. I find I have to be in a mood to write poetry, whereas you always seem in the mood. I really enjoy your poetry.
I enjoyed your video.
Thank you very much, dj.