Deep wedges emerge,
Surrounded by meaningless,
Yet intricate carvings
Whose detail is only revealed,
To a caressing touch
Pray, though I may to the mountain,
It replies with coarse,
Strangled speech that drives,
My visible being to bleed.
Flat though it once may have been,
Crushed and battered,
It now presents itself as
Simply a challenge
A fear overriding the prey,
Accepts this presentation,
Refusing to succumb to
A similar presence
But time will prove,
the Scratches will stay,
It is the blooms that will leave the ridges,
Darkened by the Winds
-Poem Fanatic
I'm a big fan of your poetry! "Strangled speech that drives, my visible being to bleed" wow!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I like revisiting my old poems before posting them. I wrote this one in January...
DeleteBeautiful!
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