Frozen chants curdling
24 July 2016
Sinking ships
Into oblivion
They seep slow
Like white ink
Inverted Chinese painting
Drawing my heart’s lines
The winter
Crawled up in my spring
In Ending
Beginning
Unreachable changeling
Historical rhymes
Church bell chimes
My viscosity
Seeping through
Praying knees
The hands sunken thunderbolts
In altars’ steep wells
Woodcutter
My proud branches fells
I am tree
High in skies
The clouds whisper to me sighs
Of forgotten times
Withered leaves
Count pages’ rustle
As the ground
Gathers bunch
Avid jaws of Time now crunch
Remnants of my bark
They will me
Frozen chants curdling
Upon lips
Lost in pleas
The chest heaving with the wheeze
Renewed consumption
Reading of the poem:
You are my Winter – Dillon
The Unknown – Dillon
Texture of my Blood – Dillon
Superb, with great title – and a GIF I actually like 🙂
Thank you Derrick. I am glad you like the gif as well as the rest. That’s almost something to celebrate 😃
This is again dreamtime poetry where it was the breath of the dragon by my side that awoke me 🙂
Wow. The pic
Thank you for the artist and George Redhwak’s beautiful effects
This is amazing 🙂
Thank you for your kind words, much appreciated 🙂
Oh this is perfect! 💖💖💖
Thank you Sarah! <3 🙂
You’re ON FIRE !
Thank you. I guess so, literally (pun intended)