Tag: Poem

Winds and Windows

Winds and Windows

evaporated sting, hangs mid air
effervescent of lilac, and stone
ground petal into dust, clouds of rust
falling in winds, in airs of lust
twinkle of light off a window pane
see beyond into the pain
held the sour stale, bare
words to caress, flowing hair
twists come from above
stars falling in a lace
inhale once, twice to remember
how the air laid bare
a soul's stare.

7/8/22 - Andy McRae

Ripples in Water

Ripples in Water

skipping stones, alone
angry at them, and worlds
when I hear a caplunk.

water ripples surround
deathly still
vast circle
rock locked in place.

drawn forward in
hysteria, heart pounding
swimming out to meet
stillness creeping.

down into my bones
I struggle to stay afloat.

bubbles gargle out
body drug into the depths.

below the deepest reaches
beyond bottomless.

darkness encroachs.


awaken in a field of steel
walls glimmer in a dank darkness
a roof bowling out from center
crystal pillars surround me
7 in groups of three.

summoned from depths
an unholy spirit of black cloak
appear before me devil's arm.

red spheres break the black
ghastly figure draws out
a grotesque knife, crooked
misty black, dripping ink
and into my chest, it sinks.

Terror, life rising, then falls
walls crumbling all around
floor erupting in sparks.

room goes dark.

chest up then down.

air rushing in.

a body washed up on shore.

7/22/22 - Andy McRae

Crimson Bathes Violet

Crimson Bathes Violet

dark water bubbling to a froth
violet light peeks through
from down below

a canopy rings the open pool
life void here, this spot
what devilry exists.

emerged slowly from under
a haze of froth and light
purple halo crowned.

a figure risen, steps upon waters
so suddenly the torrent stops
the shore, there they stop.

women clad in purple cries
venom unfurled, to me hurled
toxic or divine.

choking for breath 
lies cover my eyes
is this mine. 

succumb to a black void
where she sings out
longing for my heart.

so she may rip it out
crimson bathes violet
an ordeal most violent.

8/14/22 – Andy McRae

The Silhouette Dies

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

So Far Ill-Gotten

So Far Ill-Gotten 

dark hood blocks sight 
down tunnels lead 
stone worn from blight 

woven aromas of the dead 
a march towards ends 
monsters must be fed 

openings below bends 
bloody barefoot stains 
ages of red from friends 

light suddenly gleams of chains 
the thud of doors flown 
opening into the planes 

head dress pulled; sky shown 
a brilliance blinding 
gold radiates off the unknown 

captor’s bones begin grinding 
stone becomes, flesh begotten 
that presence spellbinding 

clad in flows, not cotton 
a hand reached beyond 
a love so far ill-gotten 

luck thought ill-spawned 

7/18/22 – Andy McRae

Ly By

Ly By

one step after the other
down the cracking path
shaded under decay
giants at play

building loom
toppling with doom
shrieks from the birds
its nearly noon

no shade, yet only shadows
clog the way i go
the way through to

cries, i must ly by
as i make the way down
into the abyss
of what once did exist.

6/4/22 – Andy McRae

WORDS

WORDS

from fonts imbued
lavender fumes
carries across
into windows lacking frost
heat radiates past flocks
words written
prepared ignite
burning in the summers light

whispers flicker
from lips lost
in an echos ghost

wisps of flowers hang
above heads
kindles frosted
in hundred Fahrenheit

eyes flicker in lines
bolded to block
reading fine
gold beyond windows
paling sights
red bright

words
a written song
commemorate
all that unsung.

6/24/22 - Andy McRae

Remembering the Stars

Remembering the Stars

wooden deck railing, stained then worn
standing alongside, staring towards
a sky lit by magic, a wall of little stars

waves wash at shores, below decking
crabs must pick at all those loose shoes
set aside to wash, mud covered lost

lake wind breathes rustle hairs
inhaled deep into, eyes tear too

time behind unending,
long days pass in blur
walking past the docks
one last look at the rocks

now the breeze has died
rentals blind the retina
and world seems so grey

on the way
so far away

remembering the stars
and the way they like to play.

6/11/22 - Andy McRae

Written Past 7

Written Past 7

dim lit room at 2
nearly black, but creeping
upon with malice
rays lit through
the blinds

founds, the idea
maddening signs
act quickly or
lines will be drawn
then immediately
crossed

in love's blindfold
finding missing
void in heart
yet a tempo drives
a beat of craze

swearing that cannot
wait past this minute
to portray a beating heart
dying as it bleeds over
an outstretched arm

6/10/22 - Andy McRae