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heavy night air sags
motionless
waiting for rain
as misty blue jazz
seeps
through a lingering haze
a sullen sigh
a twinge of heartache
and for the moment
sadness seems cool
bright red mortality
spews onto old-ochre dirt
as guilelessness pools
into the dreamtime drawing
black skin sweats tears
in the shade-less midday sun
while lean dusty limbs
are chiselled into the foetal position
in a paroxysm of agony and fear
the sugar sack lies open
its contents
innocuously white
mixing to a gentle pink
with the spreading tide
of crimson death
a station-owner’s gift
to the colours of the dreaming
arsenic’s metal-grey
effects its cause
.
JOURNEY
I think it’s time
you find your way
to my front door.
Things aren’t the same
as they were before.
Today is suddenly tomorrow
and each day is
one more borrowed.
No wondering.
No guessing
No playing the odds
anymore
Yes.
I think it’s time
you take me
home/
When the flowers smile,
my heart swings
and sways
then all the words
go silent.
A metaphor is a literary figure of speech that describes a subject by asserting that it is, on some point of comparison, the same as another otherwise unrelated object.
Metaphor is a type of analogy and is closely related to other rhetorical figures of speech that achieve their effects via association, comparison or resemblance including allegory, hyperbole, and simile.
serpents
slide from slippery tongues
sway and shuffle
drip poison
waft hurt
.
NORDIC TWILIGHT
In the twilight of the nordic night, the robin sings,
the dawn, now not confined to morn, in balmy
evenings soft with dew, or summer's blooms
perfuming blade and branch, in mellowed
atmosphere, suffused with wine of sweet liquors.
What peace, what breath of nocturne dreams,
secure from fears and dreaded thoughts, when
winter rips and rends this gentle nature's dress.
eyes drooping
away from a cloudy sky
lightening threatening
thunder rolling
a splash of daylight
as the sun breaks in
then sudden rain in full fury
folks run for shelter
in a huff and hurry
mayhem
God plays merry hell
I stand dumb-founded
spell bound
lost voice
unable to yell
the shadows move around
as they do in hell
roads vanish
and the sea swims in
a miniscule moment
time wise tsunami
ferocious
all hang upon trees
now growing atop roof tops
I was thought out thinking…
we sat and listened
as his heart broke
a crack was heard
as each word spoke
he had lost sight of truth
when he was betrayed
tricked by her slight of hand
seduced with a magical cat
a bar stool found
his searching feet,
and his hand found Jack
purpose drained
as each glass emptied
reason and sanity fell away