caught in the crossfire
of then and now
spinning circles
around cycles
of a past unrenowned
chisled and chased
chastised and cherried
looking for home
in temptations varied
i plow forward
with the hopes of fall...
falling leaves
fallen dreams
falling
hopelessly
in awe
i pace on
as embers glow
growing fonder
with a love bellowed
for seasons change
and i remain
soldier to life
the golden strife
where memories
deliver delight
until we arrive
womb stricken again
in sweet afterlife
anew and pared
stripped to pure
a cleanly disillusion
spirited from afar
i tread treacherously
like a war mogul
in diamond dunes
searching for enemies
in endless summers
drenched in humid hopes
of digging my way home
torn loose
i protrude
through thorns
and times
i fade fondly
into Fall.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
The Dangling Bead
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
By Leslie Staven6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
You are a poet! Thank you💕
Oh this was so rich and lovely. I absolutely fell in love with these lines: "i pace on as embers glow growing fonder with a love bellowed for seasons change and i remain soldier to life"