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Sonnet of the Sands {w.blue_angel}
roan days that rush to drifting nights
the bane of time's boned clutching hands
we orphans of tormenting gods
ride, tempest chased through barren lands
and brand our rage upon the sky
ere we succumb to shifting sands
may the gods of torment hide their faces in shame
here we stand searing mirages enduring the desert’s blistering pain
marooned in this wilderness we are slowly, yet willingly going insane
we devour the poetic romance as it constricts our parching veins
can you hear the desperate whispers pursing through my dry parted lips
while the vintage sand slips steadily through death's impartial finger tips.
as we smear the poet's heart across this midnight sky,
angel tears fall silently upon his scythe.
Published 24th Oct 2013
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24th Oct 2013 1:32pm
25th Oct 2013 1:22am
John, blue_angel...this spoke to me personally on multiple levels. Speaks to me directly. It's too long & dreary a tale to share in a comment box. Maybe it'll become a decent short story some day. Damn, I love it when a poem can do that. So very cathartic. Humbly, I thank you. One for the list.
Anonymous
25th Oct 2013 1:34am
beautifully written, you two. Hope to see more.
25th Oct 2013 3:37am
25th Oct 2013 7:33pm
Thank you, utterly, to all of you for your beautiful comments and a tight embrace to you John for allowing me the pleasure ~^_^~
2nd Jun 2016 5:49pm
A beautiful sonnet. "time's boned clutching hands" * & "orphans of tormenting gods" really strike me.
