Avalanche

Avalanche

A Poem by A. Hannah

Aching
Creaking
Cracking
Bleeding

A mountain of white, trembling
Upon this I lay sleeping
I lay dreaming until it breaks.

The force, the power, the might incredibly endearingly dangerously wanted

Pop one, I'm good.
Pop two, I'm great
The third caused a pause
To which darkness becomes innate

The separation seeping through the cracks,
Tumbling
Rumbling
Spinning down.

Broken
Aching
Bleeding

Until you are the top and I,
Buried deeply.
Disjointed from all except white darkness.

© 2017 A. Hannah


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I agree with JerryB, this is indeed, exceptional, inspiring. I adore your captivating, intense melancholic imagery.

Brilliantly executed, with pleasing flow.

I'm becoming a fast fan of your work. I look forward to reading more!

Posted 4 Years Ago


A. Hannah

4 Years Ago

Ms. Barrie, I'm honored by your words! Thank you so much! I used to write so much! I stopped for suc.. read more
ms. barrie

4 Years Ago

you're very welcome, your art is pleasure to read. All my gratitude for your gracious thoughts upo.. read more
A. Hannah

4 Years Ago

I look forward to a new discovery from you! Best of luck!
Writers block can sure be a thorn!
Exceptional writing, A. Hannah. Perfect in its inception and masterfully penned. this poem gave me such a feeling of despair, not because the writing wasn't good, my friend, if I may call you friend, but because it touched my inner core. Thank you!

Posted 4 Years Ago


A. Hannah

4 Years Ago

Jerry! I am so glad that this touched you! As yes, my friend, you may call me that.

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Added on January 5, 2017
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