Dying Ground

Stretches its sinewy veins, its frail earth dried and boned.
No one walks alongside me,
This path is a tomb.
 
Black scattered light, that is the stars fused and blown.
Their fading flickering scratches the face of you,
A sore, a bauble that hangs like blood
Dew.
 
A droplet thickened by all I was due -
These last days you muckle and spit out
Eager little beams,
And I see that flesh was grass.

For you I walk
That I might wither,
Fall.

 

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Lonesome fatality

Great read

Matthew

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the words.
"For you I walk
That I might wither,
Fall."
I liked the way you allowed the thoughts to bring the reader into the understanding of the dying grass and withering of life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Lyn Anderson]

I cannot say it any better than Jacob did, with the wonderful dark play on words here -- splendid imagery.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you!
-x-

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so sad, and beautifully abstract...the idea of dealing with death, either physically or emotinally in a relationship...
love the play on "dew"....

i like the last stanza...i think of the autumn of discontent, the season leading to death and winter.
and the use of "Fall" in two ways...
i fall for you, and it will be my season of leaving...Fall.

you are quite gifted, Rosalind.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you my friend -
-x-

[Corset]

She is quite wonderful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, she is, Corset.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and Rosalind, i really respect the level of your poetry, and would love it if you had a chance to stop by my page sometime..
jacob