Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’
The old man. He stood on that hill. With quiet reflection he gazed out at you; his chest heaving, breath almost shades of pungent; he’s too far away–steaming–hating you with eyes that are void.
You shift uncomfortably–unsure if what you see can be taking place–his eyes are ice to your body–there is the sense that your skin might slough off with a nod from your nerves. You like this notion, but it triggers a gag from the depths of your throat.
The old man. Why won’t he leave? You begin to hate him, his eyes. Why won’t they stop staring at you?
He shifts in the wind–a tree.
Ok, as per one of my goals recently, I’ve been trying to write something every day. So far I’ve produced a smattering of work, none of which is fantastic, but I figure I might as well post it and get it out there.
Cold Air
The morning air brushes past my face–
but it refuses to move on.
It stings as it begins to move through my
nose and mouth, past my tongue.
I exhale.
I move on.
Strong
Where goes the strong one?
Into eternity I would guess.
Blown back again, not so missed.
Maybe forgotten. One day remembered.
Walk away; the night will remember.