Where is my Faith?

a forgotten one from the Vault

The exaltation of doves

Hope flung wild against the breaking dawn

A riot of light in a quiet sky

With the tenacity of crocus

Color breaks across the frozen snow

Heartsick I shiver

Waiting

For the warmth to reach deeper

Than my skin

Where frost sets in

Faith obliterated

This murder of crows

Picks the bones of dreams

Ill conceived

In the rush of passion for peculiar things

The thrum of oily wings

Scatters ashes across barren ground

I am found

Empty

Seeking your face in the empty space between

This heart without hope

Iisn’t worth any effort to save

Birth a dirge for faith cast in an open grave

No breath of life expressed from my lips

I’ve come to grips with this inevitable reality

Only you can reignite the burned out light in me  

TL Boehm

10/25/11

- I am uninspired. So I am just going to write until that capricious little muse comes back. I don't need her anyway. Its only words...in a particular order, one at a time...like walking. Inspiration is for those too weak to STAND unaided in the face of their specific realities. so PFUH..

Not really but I wish I were inspired...so much easier than sweat equity.

Reviews

[The dark story]

that was.i mean.i'm totally speechless to describe your beautiful work in a perfect way.it's really outstanding the way you wrote it.the vivid imagery just touched me deeply.the emotions are so strong and powerful that it created a magical effect that yuo can't resist yourself from reading it again.Hats off to you!!!!!!!1

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Beautifully woven, love how you describe self slipping away, yet still intertwined with the universe. Namaste.

[TL Boehm]

Thank you, Waya

[Jakuper]

interesting write, for as much as you try to speak of being uninspired. All I feel is inspiration here, shining through the shadows of things we all are unsure of...yet find the courage to drudge trough.....and to me, that is inspiration. Just believe in your 26 letter challenge every time your brain turns over a new thought, whether good or bad, because it is a sure sign...that you are so alive...!

[TL Boehm]

thank you Joyce! I was surprised to see you here - its been a while - but its nice to see you anywhere.

[Jakuper]

lol...I can't seem to post here. what am I doing wrong?

[James Jason Dye]

It's easy. Just sit and stare at the page until your eyeballs fall out and then write about it.

[TL Boehm]

aint that the truth.