The Silhouette Dies
silhouette off there stands
far to reach, too close to stay
corporeal being emerge
a figure as fine as sand
sung of sirens blare
this head ringing in
waves of nausea
take this hand and said
adventures can ensue
just reach to stars
with the lightest touch
erosion begun
like a sand sculpture
the silhouette dies
fine dust carries over
in wind I choke
for time lies
and visions wane
this is the end
a painted lie
the silhouette dies.
8/15/22 - Andy McRae
Tag: darkness
Tears Shed Red
dark, cold vast, alone
cast out into being
beyond foreseeing
the scars I weather
appear aged, but
wounds layered
never healed
lying on a bed of razors
contemplating, blood
the tears shed red.
6/1/22 - Andy McRae
I Sought Out a River
I Sought Out a River
sought out a river, to find that state
to be like that river, a serene estate
banks lined with wet, mossy boulders
i wade out into the rocks,
only far enough to feel rushing water,
on my shins.
i hike up the river, until i meet a rock
a face so steep, i fear the drop
atop this falls water pristine,
tumbling down in might, into a froth
until just lapping besides the shore
this theatrical roar, becomes nothing more
than a rise by my feet.
along the shore of the river, stands the pine
tall, unmoving, but not without vine
a forest vast, to keep out until the last
dark in the depths, but here by the river
the sun shines, i can attest.
12/12/21 – Andy McRae
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