*
THIS IS BEAUTY, this fury
The wind is tearing at my heart
The wind is searing, bearing through
The teeth of the leaves, serrated and fresh, are cutting out
Trenches from muscle and flesh, and nesting
In folds of my heart they are birthing and hatching,
From pieces like peaches, sugared and tinned
Into the wind are shot leafy young that spiral and crisp
My heart is carved for the leaves and
For fury and beauty and it seems
The air is full of electric smells, of fish
and beans and burning, of sodium pink and cobalt blue
and headlights, brightening ink, spinning, wheeling, curving,
Tracing lines of afterglow and tarmac roads and moving figures
like people, skating pavement, pattern weaving.
I gather up my leaf-hatched heart, criss-crossed, windborne and seething,
Into the raging of beauty I turn and I face and I breathe
In the wind and the lights and the leaves
Like hard origami, my heart becomes vapour
And steams softly away with the klaxons of night
With burn of the siren, cold, toxic and bright
My body is dust in the dusk of the autumn
Fingernails clatter in drifts on the pavement
Alone and near ending my soul fades, dissolving
In the wind and the leaves and the light
*
THIS IS BEAUTY, this fury
The wind is tearing at my heart
The wind is searing, bearing through
The teeth of the leaves, serrated and fresh, are cutting out
Trenches from muscle and flesh, and nesting
In folds of my heart they are birthing and hatching,
From pieces like peaches, sugared and tinned
Into the wind are shot leafy young that spiral and crisp
My heart is carved for the leaves and
For fury and beauty and it seems
The air is full of electric smells, of fish
and beans and burning, of sodium pink and cobalt blue
and headlights, brightening ink, spinning, wheeling, curving,
Tracing lines of afterglow and tarmac roads and moving figures
like people, skating pavement, pattern weaving.
I gather up my leaf-hatched heart, criss-crossed, windborne and seething,
Into the raging of beauty I turn and I face and I breathe
In the wind and the lights and the leaves
Like hard origami, my heart becomes vapour
And steams softly away with the klaxons of night
With burn of the siren, cold, toxic and bright
My body is dust in the dusk of the autumn
Fingernails clatter in drifts on the pavement
Alone and near ending my soul fades, dissolving
In the wind and the leaves and the light
*
Author notes
Ooer, I've gone for some bad, junky monkey rhyming. This is more a read-out to people than a read-on-paper. Humm... well, all the same, take heart that I'm still alive, if finding shreds of plant matter in inconvenient places.
A contest entry
- The Slaughter of Reality...the death of dead flesh,myths, and stigmas! by FlamesDragoness.
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Comments
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this was filled with energy and fire.........we could
feel your pen release every frustration....and stress!
well done....you certainly know how to master simile's
and wrote it all out ......pulling us into your tender
of realities.
flamesdragoness/Seattle
cleverly done too...the peaches in the tins...was
cleverly clever wit!
thankyou for your entry..we shall all feast upon it
and learn!


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I love Lines 1 - 10 especially.
Reading you makes me feel Hope.
xo




