Thursday, August 27, 2015

February

FEBRUARY
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)





A pulsating dark
demonic rhythm;

yet glorious
as northern lights

dancing
hither then dither.

These I beautifully suffer
as silent hymns--

a dirge. My urgings to
peek

the exhilarating
heights

of forever love

plummeted
into valleys steep.

The vivid visuals
of orange

and other range

of cascading colors

Lost

in the
swirlings of
my crippling despair.

I inhale sharply
the
piercings

as the pressure
from deep

submergings

explode
this regrettably
enlarged
heart.

The supreme
red drippings

from past dilated pupils

mingling the blues
of my spirit

sprout royal purple

hues as pathetic

gurgles
escape my throat.

I hope...
yes wish

for freeing
release of your
drowning

apathy.

Once crazed
I lazily sink dazed

hasty to end this
lonely month

in which lovers
gaze

over forgotten lunch
too amorously near

for me to enviously peer.

February.