A Revenant

 

 

Waiting

tongue out

waiting

for that magical raindrop

to nourish

 

some ancient arid patch

plateaued spirit

ancestral trauma

wicked, weathered heart

 

a sky so gloomy

unfriendly

cold

 

harbinger of harrowing

bellows from beyond

charcoal clouds - resembling smoke

 

inhale and feast on its weight

heavy, invisible soot

coating and choking out all good sense

 

the revenant so relatable

individual fighting tooth and nail

survival

always being chased by a fickle fate

 

moody

menstrual

vicious fangtoothed - blood still dripping

the will to win against all odds

as self-preservation barely provides enough warmth

 

hope is needed to light that internal olympic torch

afterall, promises lie in wait...

 

promises we made before we were even born

promises so thick that your fever dreams will play like blockbusters

as we suck the syrupy goodness from the elixir of esoteric nothingness

 

a ghost returns to give away all essences it possibly can

possessions long lost and forgotten

without understanding the point of tomorrow

if we just search for today, all vertices inevitably meet

 

 

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Starward's picture

This is a very eerie poem on

This is a very eerie poem on its surface, but just under that surface is a profound observation of the human situation.  You deploy words and phrases with a compelling finesse and artistry that gives the poem a tremendous power.  


Starward

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patriciajj's picture

Highly symbolic of our inner

Highly symbolic of our inner battles, your macabre figure rises from the grave at your command with brilliant and startling metaphors. Truly spellbinding work. I was transfixed from start to finish. Amazing!