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.
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.
