fog

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rusted love…

rusted love

night
kissed
by moist
bay lips
lingering
aftertaste
of passion
in an empty bed
smoke
from a single
cigarette
rises
a burnt offering
to venus
no
thoughts
of tomorrow
all dreams
set sail
like peter pan
through
the open window
as harbor fog
blankets
naked promises
forgotten
with morning’s
first light

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hawk chronicles #12…

copyright cwmartin 2011

as night falls
i stare
into the approaching darkness
i can smell the fear
thick as fog
humans
locking their doors
not from the beast
of the night
but from
each other

by

genesis…

my hands pass through
each dream
as i reach out
moist fog
lingering
only
for a moment
then
evaporating
into the ether
leaving me
standing alone
with my prayer book
turned to a page
without
words

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in dark conscious…

Challenge Photo IV from Jade

yesterday’s tears
are now morning’s fog
distorting my perceptions
confusing the mental
landmarks of my sanity
i deceive myself
a trance so tranquil
that i am blind
to my own blindness
my thoughts move slowly
suspended in the fog
a blurred rationality
but a desire to feel whole
not some fragment of myself
i am a child
crying out for comfort
but there is none
to be found
and while you embrace
another warm thought
of how you shall
revive my sanity
i listen carefully
to your words
moving without sound
through the air
and
i agree
to whatever you have said
knowing only that i
am lost in the darkness

 

This poem represents my fourth response to  the second challenge series between Jade and I.  As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts,  from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her response which can be found here. 

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a body has been found…

the fog
like the shroud of turin
wrapped around the lakeshore
an omen for those searching
for an unmarked grave
a grave dug with satan’s own hands
one as shallow as the soul
that forced her into the earth
moving as he did before
stalking a young child
fearing not the catach-and-release justice system
or megan’s law or god’s law
for he had seen the religious leaders
who moved from church to church
just as he had moved from town to town
and now in another jail cell
he will watch the same series of events
just like his last prey and so he yawns
and says
not another
candlelight service
and songs like
darling i wish you were here
and lawyers creating jury doubt
and then backroom deals
so he goes to sleep
but i
i summon nemesis
to whom vengeance belongs
o goddess
to whom vengeance belongs
show yourself
come forth and as god
cast out his angel
i ask that you
revenge your sister
and place
this
on the right hand of lucifer
where
it
belongs