A Hill of Lightning, Stone, and Willpower

Upon a hill of lighting stone and will power.

A wild flower sits nestled.

Fighting the cold for hours and hours... 

This speck of warmth grows sapped of power, and with sour thoughts it folds inward to find shine. 

For sunlight is gone today, no end in sight.

 Wrought with rot this fantasy of fallacy unbalancing me sought a higher mire to be mucked in.

 Stuck within a daily allowance of lies that I have no control over, it's a slower burning binge watch desire.

 A road outta this... 

But stuck up on the daily grind outta this...

 Sapped and lauded with no way outta this...

But looking for a way outta this.

 A slave keeping a promise to mark laid way graves of penned hopefulness.

 A grave mistake paved the way

Shifting through rosy bliss and mopey rage.

 Grit was all I had left when taking her last hits of severed sipped rips of breath.

 Of her death...

 Of her cherry-dipped head...

 I couldn't take it, the scary rippling of guessing games and riddle stages set for pages in a book.

 A hook for aging winks in a look.

 I couldn't guess the mist that would overtake my loom, leave it dripping and sopping, unable to spin the roof over my head.

 No longer edged, but couldn't take the bled wishing anymore.

 I feel dead...

 Like the withered look she slithered my way upon sovereign days of departed ways...

Lead to the fire for chilling praise...

This game of hellish desire we play.

Author's Note

Cherries...

Reviews

[Abhishek Asthana]

the way the willpower has been showcased, it increases the potentiality of lines... the combination of your high-voltage imagery power and choice of words made a difference...we guys should clap just to welcome this kind of write... amazing one silente sir :)

[Chase Dylan]

Haha, amazing review, like always... you make me feel quite appreciated... (Also big-headed, a bit of that as well...) Thanks so much, Abhishek...

[Carol Cashes]

"Like the withered look she slithered my way upon sovereign days of departed ways..."
Withering and slithering - shades of Jabberwocky! I can read your work easily in my mind and while at a glance, it doesn't appear to be flowing, when you get started, it's like white water rafting. Once you're in it, you're in it until it's over. Whew!

[Nipplegrinder]

This one sort of proves your command of language, of imagery. You start with a deft, poetic description. You then, slowly attach a grim, loose urban rhyme, rich with poetic glances. This is well done.

[Einstein Noodle]

yeow! and cherries can be so sweet and pretty ... i painted my "chopper" black cherry several times ... a favorite color in those 60s ;)
i find this to be a fast, automatic fire of a poem ..loaded with metaphor and imaging ... strong words galore ... i felt a lot of the frustrations i read into your poem ..when i was a young man ...difficult things do come our way ..some by our choices and some out of our control ..but difficult non-the-less ... we can make it through though ...all the over 60s are a measure of proof eh!?
E
ps. love your author's note ... Cherries indeed!

[Chase Dylan]

Hah, Einstein, thanks so much for the appreciation.... That Old School feel to your insight, and the wisdom laced ring to your words... Absolutely correct, difficult nonetheless...
We CAN make it through... Unequivocally...

You, sir, have won my favorite review reward... Cherries, indeed... Hah

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha ..well thank you so much Silente ..its a fine thing to be getting to know you a bit :)

[Chase Dylan]

Indeed, I agree, Einstein... Haha, cherry poppers and all...!

[Jessica Lima]

This piece gave me chills!

'Fighting the cold for hours and hours...
This speck of warmth grows sapped of power'

I can't resist a good rhyming scheme. And the message... Wow.

[Chase Dylan]

Me either, resist a good scheme, that is... Your words wow me, thank you...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a amazing writer.
"Wrought with rot this fantasy of fallacy unbalancing me sought a higher mire to be mucked in.
Stuck within a daily allowance of lies that I have no control over, it's a slower burning binge watch desire."
I did like the above lines. You make the words come alive and stand tall for the reader. I enjoyed the complete poem and thank you for sharing your amazing work. I will read more tomorrow. I'm off to work.
Coyote

[Chase Dylan]

Wow, Coyote, you outdo yourself with the praise and adoration... Thanks! It means the world to know a gifted writer appreciates my work...

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work and you are welcome.

[emmajoy]

'I couldn't guess the mist that would overtake my loom, leave it dripping and sopping, unable to spin the roof over my head. ~ No longer edged, but couldn't take the bled wishing anymore... '

What an extraordinarily rip.roaring, erotic piece of writing, not only because of its theme and extravagance but because you use recognisable literary phrasing along with more casual words like 'outa', 'binge'!

[Chase Dylan]

Holy... Emma... You have nailed something I find very important, and that is the dispersion of ones own style throughout commonly used turn of phrase... Absolutely stellar eye, you have as well, for you caught my favorite line... No one has ever commented on that before, seriously, very clever...

[emmajoy]

Trying to be humble here: can't see the point of reviewing if one doesn't read and then, think! In my defence, just in case someone i'm being a -no-wot, I do get it wrong quite often!! Yours is a great write..

[Chase Dylan]

Hmm, you have left a impression on me above others, my friend, just because of the thoughtfulness of that comment... I agree, and you are not a know-it-all, just quite insightful! We would not be human without the wrongs all the time... Heh

[emmajoy]

I'm good at the latter, believe me! You might have noticed that in my response I omitted the word 'thinks' and then, the letter 'u'!

[Chase Dylan]

I... was honestly wondering about that... If we are not good at being human... Then what good are we... Wrongs and all, heh

[emmajoy]

Abso-bloomin-lightly!

[Isabella Ivy]

Ahhh, you weave your magic this time somewhere between normal poetry writing and your usual triumphant conglomeration of rhythmic wording. And it is a success! Much admiration here. You're work sends my heart pounding! I.I.

[duff]

Man, I'm digging this. It gathers pace and as it does the lines get more and more dramatic. Ending with an explosion at the finish line. Great intensity that boasts intrigue. Awesome job

[Chase Dylan]

Thanks very much, my friend, I consider your praise highly indeed...

[andrew mitchell]

the last 15 lines were just captivating,not saying the rest wasn't good either, it's all good but the last lines delivered in a frantic rush.

[Chase Dylan]

Thank you very much, friend... I enjoyed that part the most as well... Good eye...