Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Scatter my ashes on a rainy day





picture source: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/501799583459035487/


  Sunday afternoon’s razor blades are still lying on the table
when Monday morning sharpens its edge
on the rays of sleeplessness piercing its mark,
twisting a thousand images into a barreling truck,
running without brakes on a highway without incline.
  Chaos streams through the streets of my mind,
loose strings hanging everywhere, which will rise and which will fall.
  No. My death will not be slow,
not one of a million unnoticeable moments slipping by.
  No, I will run wild with the stallions unfamiliar to capture,
I will burn until every thought has been fulfilled,
and I will fill your world with my breath, with my touch.
  I hope it rains on the day you scatter my ashes.




8 comments:

  1. Wow, that's some powerful words to go with that image.

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  2. That last line is a phenomenal thought after the rest of your words...it is sooooo fitting!!! Well done Ms. V

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  3. Beautiful choice of photo to match your very dramatic 'noir'? poetry ~

    Wishing you the best in each day. ~ ^_^

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  4. C'mon and run with the Walking Man and when the first of us is gone the other can make it rain in that moment. God damn i love this one Shadow--Mondays suck for most people until you've been without real work for 15 years or so, then remembering the day itself is the problem not the honed edge of balance.

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  5. Sounds like a typical depressing Sunday afternoon; until your being rebels the negativity....

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