the pitch that whispers through bare trees
with caustic promises
brutally fantastic
and dark the dye assaulting the vision
of shapeless gloomy
forms of the restless
while sluggish cold water threatens below
primed to drown
in an ice-cold meltdown
picture: http://ragnarokfo.deviantart.com/art/The-Dive-84697595
with caustic promises
brutally fantastic
and dark the dye assaulting the vision
of shapeless gloomy
forms of the restless
while sluggish cold water threatens below
primed to drown
in an ice-cold meltdown
picture: http://ragnarokfo.deviantart.com/art/The-Dive-84697595
dark the dye assaulting the vision
ReplyDeleteof shapeless gloomy
forms of the restless
Please don't laugh, but I hear E.A. Poe in almost the whole piece, but especially this line.
And the beautiful graphic I have dissected into an awesome lady (with frame taking away her head. I see her legs crossed under the wispy flimsiness, and the rest of the figure keeps changing as I observe.
What pleasure!
You're Gooood, girl!
Now that should soon cool down my frusterations of late. Missed reading you. (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeletevery deep, i love your phrases -- i think this one is over my head ... lol
ReplyDeleteFreaking Wow. I read look at the image, read look at the image, the story unfolds, sweet!!!
ReplyDeleteLots of dark notes, intimations of death and dissolution.
ReplyDeleteNow that's a striking photo.
ReplyDeletemeltdown icecold...
ReplyDeletegreat contrasts here
Sounds like my quarter-life crisis.
ReplyDeleteSeriously.
So glad to have found your blog! Annie
ReplyDeletethis is immensely deep! Well done!!!
ReplyDeleteShadoooooooooooooooh.........I'm going to send you my cat. He'll cheer ya up for sure.
ReplyDeleteOh Shad this one is a gem
ReplyDeleteAn unfalting rhythm runs through which almost drives the mind along with the wind through the trees and into the deep.
ReplyDeleteVery deftly done!
This sounds like a dark place of the soul that I have visited and even inhabited in my past.
ReplyDeleteToday I love the light and warmth I call my soul's home.
Thanks Shadow,
Prayer Girl
Shadow- how cool is-
ReplyDelete"and dark the dye assaulting the vision" really, really nice Shadow. and the bare trees of whisper. Match it with a great pic and it's perfection. ~rick
i see the images you post , and could care for any thing else . but then i read the poem , and feel like to take this with me for a ride , and home .
ReplyDeleteit always happens .
Deep, deep is the night!
ReplyDeleteSad, sad is her blight.
Ice cold sounds refreshing with the raging meltdown of comparison...love that pic! ....who is the artist?
ReplyDeleteThank You Shadow.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, no doubt. Gloomy, dark, the restless forms wandering about, and whispering the seduction of the dark waters. One way to fly. The abysses are always seductive, but reason has to prevent us. Wonderful connection between image and image in words, as always.
ReplyDeleteYou're a genius!
Better to not listen to the little voices whispering through the bare trees. Especially if they urge you closer to the cliff.
ReplyDeleteMagical, DEEP.. SMILES
ReplyDelete"Caustic promises" strikes me most today.
ReplyDeleteLove your words, Shadow!
wizard of words, you continue to amaze :)
ReplyDeleteWow...that is dark without being depressing. Clever use of words to form stark visuals. Well Done! :)
ReplyDeleteHere's me being me...
ReplyDeleteyour lines are formed differently here, different flow and cadence, and it had me stopped and looking for the why. I find the why in the despondancy. It's not supposed to be easy.
Nicely rendered and ominous, Shadow! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteHi, this poem carries a haunting
ReplyDeletequality that spills of the page.
Loved the hauntingness of the poem. The photo reminds me of the cliff jumping my dsons and hsi friends do over here, that scares teh crap out of me.
ReplyDeleteThe first thing I thought of was Heath Ledger.
ReplyDelete"while sluggish cold water threatens below
primed to drown
in an ice-cold meltdown."