Close Call

I nearly missed it,

That face

The abstract of cruelty we all own

Disproportionate

Like the pain of a paper cut

Like a war torn worm sizzling in the afternoon sun

Curling into a distant concupiscence

Counting those tiny clouds beyond the doorways

Then the wheels of our wound smash into a wall

And in the confusion that follows

Well…

With the tide

Everything returns.

 

But I nearly missed it

And it barely missed me

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Those times come often to too many of us these days my friend.... But they are close misses for a reason, and you know as I know what that is and why that is... As you reach deeper the truth spills out like baby snakes born from a slit in the side it's mother.... That ATTACK, becomes the trigger that sets off the land mines of the Soul's ability to compartmentalize.....
Yet, as the floods begin the recede the picture of what must be done in order to restore balance becomes clearer and clearer and our paths are found once again, our solution an awakening of sooo many more senses then those of which already have names... It is a journey Sweet Hawk, There are many. Much love,
Nameste...

[Sorry Infamous]

The ending was just awe inspiring. What a brilliant bit of poetry.

[Alisa Js]

Hello again from across land and sea...

Isn't it amazing how thoughts can be revealed through a certain look? The truth... One that peeked out when the host wasn't paying attention, and by host, I mean the one who inhabits mortal flesh for a season.

One could say,' subconscious mind'...

Others might say, ' a spirit'

Either way, it is at that moment in time, the truth is revealed....

unveiled as it were.

Wishing you a great everything.

alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

There she is !...Yes it is and Thanks. Wishing you the same.

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, talented one...

I trust all is well.

Looking forward to catching up real soon.

Stay strong as I know you will.

alisa ;-)