Deathwatch beetles crawl
within lackluster rings
as back-lit cabins fall,
but they are lacking wings.
Our tongues are silent rails
in an ash-enveloped cage
and a catacomb of blurs
are mistaking lust for rage.
"Our tongues are silent rails / in an ash-enveloped cage" I love those lines - they are pregnant with meaning Also I'm confused and intrigued by "mistaking lust for rage." How does one get lust and rage confused? Although I can understand how some people grow to hate that which they want most. This is deep stuff. I keep coming back here. I obviously need to come back more often. *thumbs up*
Hello Darling! It's been awhile. You had a stellar piece with your never-failing tight lines and the singular effect of your coined adjectives.. I really love the rawness and the originality of it all. Where do you get your details, btw? Haha. I envy your eye for details. Thank you for this distinctive poem!
"Our tongues are silent rails / in an ash-enveloped cage" I love those lines - they are pregnant with meaning
ReplyDeleteAlso I'm confused and intrigued by "mistaking lust for rage." How does one get lust and rage confused? Although I can understand how some people grow to hate that which they want most. This is deep stuff.
I keep coming back here. I obviously need to come back more often. *thumbs up*
Fyodor Lewis,
ReplyDelete"Mistaking lust for rage,"
There is passion in destruction.
You know?
Also, ♥
You are lovely.
This is such a fun piece.
ReplyDeletepowerful words...
so much said in so few words.
ReplyDeletereally, really powerful verses....
Hello Darling! It's been awhile. You had a stellar piece with your never-failing tight lines and the singular effect of your coined adjectives.. I really love the rawness and the originality of it all. Where do you get your details, btw? Haha. I envy your eye for details. Thank you for this distinctive poem!
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