Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The cadence

The shivering silhouettes,
Fusing
Beneath
The silver sliver,
The shadows
Dancing
To the rhythm
Of
Wanton need,
The cadent crunch
Of desires,
The seeds of want
Wailing in background,
The vestiges
Of sun
Burning
In the hearth,
The embers
Consuming the love.

8 comments:

  1. Love your use of gerunds in this, Ruby, and the play off the word 'silver' is excellent.

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  2. Love that play on silver sliver! Beautiful!

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  3. Loved the pace and pause you created. I see the contrast from what I wrote.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.