grounded …

past lives glower on this current wake,
shimmer fades - dying in the dive
while stars turn in slow burn;
    such a gorgeous smile in your dark
    spider thoughts, my love

that red-back in your soul simmers
like the land - waiting for another
storm to be free of grief;
   passion's urge is cruel, stark,
   frightens what survives - love

5 thoughts on “grounded …

  1. Never any pressure or expectation on my part from bloggers. We have lives. We have hurts. We have wounds to heal and work to perform. Our busy lives contain each other as we can. Happy Thanksgiving Shell!

  2. fhhakansson says:

    “that red-back in your soul simmers // like the land” that is such a beautiful image 🙂 well done!

  3. A wonderful tension here. I relate to this. I am dark and brooding, melancholy as hell. I’m sure I can even be frightening at times. And I am sure waiting to be free of grief. It will take a storm alright, and the passage of time before all the dust settles!

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