deepundergroundpoetry.com

Image for the poem Maker

Maker's Pause

     
Red-veined iron ore slow burn      
All made things pause,  turn.      
One low-slung star drops winded      
Down for the count cold      
Piercing an onyx deep.      
A fulsome jade tide pauses     
Her ebb deterred at apex      
By a shiver in the axis.      
A  flicker, redoubling,      
Slighter than the sparrow's running shadow      
Wingtips slicing the cheekbones      
Of an impassive, slant-eyed sea.      
     
We fallen noisy dumb      
Turn distracted blurred and blind      
Toward tones brushing our whisker tips      
Rung and winging high in mingling ether      
Circling to, from, and looping back again      
Carrying chords of freedom      
Tuning fork fugues of praise, loss      
Tolled beyond the register      
Tracing on our brief exhaled plumes      
The outline of a train      
Rounding the mobius bend  
before inhale begins      
Bound on a wake of dissolving track      
Home to the spheres      
     
Are we near salvation, nigh awake?    
In dense and deaf containment      
Redoubling the charge through dark earth        
Clamping the bit, urged by the reminding taste      
Lone miners tunneling to the strains      
Of an appetite for light.
Written by mebo
Published | Edited 20th Feb 2016
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 1
comments 2 reads 783
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 9:43am by mel44
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:24am by Too_hot69
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:56am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:15am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:33am by DCLXVI_1989
COMPETITIONS
Today 00:41am by Louismatteo349