Hoarfrost...
Immense and vast She hangs low
Over the frosted horizon upon
Which steps crisp and fleet
The hanging jaws of the lean
Hunter whose aching call
Resounds against ice to Her
Flickering shadows amongst the upraised
Skeletal arms of the sleeping
Ancients as they dream and ponder
The deep vastness of the nether
Of above and below, with longing
Anon the breaking of the green
Wandering always towards the silent
Shadow of my wayward
Self, which begins to feel
The prickle of nameless fear arising
And steps hastening, hurried
The leap from known into unknown
Over the frosted horizon upon
Which steps crisp and fleet
The hanging jaws of the lean
Hunter whose aching call
Resounds against ice to Her
Flickering shadows amongst the upraised
Skeletal arms of the sleeping
Ancients as they dream and ponder
The deep vastness of the nether
Of above and below, with longing
Anon the breaking of the green
Wandering always towards the silent
Shadow of my wayward
Self, which begins to feel
The prickle of nameless fear arising
And steps hastening, hurried
The leap from known into unknown
posted by The Mad Gypsy at 4:58 PM
1 Comments:
Cures of disease, holiness of war,
strength of weakness
dividends of knowledge
madness of of life
confusion of all the years of timeliness
of power
of reality
of makeshift jobs
to end poverty
to see the See
be alive, or be nothing
Great poem... hella lots of metaphors
just kidding
Absolutly fantastic poems
reminiscent of Walt Whitman, Robyn doesn't think so...
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