Feed my soul the pieces of a shattered sky
The sweetwater stars like funeral wine
paint visions of ruin across the empty night
until the bottle runs dry
All the lights of sacred places come crawling
a slow exaltation in the coming of strange beasts
out of the earth and sky and lost beneath the sea
reaching out to touch a fragile thing
The last star burning in a dessicated world
thirsts for the cold weather rain
Rivers of life have gone out into the hidden places
to wait for a sign of the final leaving
and maybe they’ll wait forever
while the dunes grow tall and desolate
and the world’s new masters gorge themselves on memory
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Strange times call for strange actions.
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Image by Patricia Alexandre from Pixabay
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14 responses to “The Coming of Strange Beasts”
Your mind is a treasure trove.
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Much appreciated (: thank you for reading
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I want you to narrate the end of the world, please. 😉
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Haha, that made my day (: Hopefully I don’t get the chance any time soon…
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Hope so too, when I watch the news 😁
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Love the ” sweetwater stars like funeral wine”. Great work! Reminds me of Yeat’s The Second Coming.
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Thank you! That’s one of my all time favorite poems. Yeats was a master.
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WOW, 5-Star “knock me over” good.
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Thank you so much, Rhen!
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What lovely thoughts and phrases you have Mitchel.
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Much appreciated, thank you (:
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I always enjoy reading your writing! Your word usage is just amazing, and it consistently makes for great poetry. Keep writing on! 😁
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Thanks so much, that really means a lot (: I’ll do my best to keep it coming!
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That’s great to hear! I can’t wait to read your future posts. And you’re so very welcome! 😄
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