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Long Shadows

November 25, 2020November 25, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment

There is a tower risen out of sand, a wall built to touch both horizons at the edges fallen into raging seas...

Posted in PoemsTagged desert, journey, poetry, story, time, writing

Where Time Stopped

November 21, 2020November 21, 2020 Mitchel David Ring7 Comments

Something about this place feels broken...

Posted in PoemsTagged darkness, horror, poetry, story, time, writing

Lying in Wait

November 16, 2020November 15, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment

Lying in wait amid shadows cast by sleeping giants, together breathing in a rise and fall as colors melt and swirl in the silver sky above...

Posted in PoemsTagged alive, journey, poetry, story, time, writing

Razors

November 13, 2020November 13, 2020 Mitchel David Ring10 Comments

Inside is the beckoning voice, puppet strings dragging our stiff limbs across razor wire tightropes strung up on high...

Posted in PoemsTagged journey, poetry, story, strength, time, writing

We Chose the Leviathan

October 27, 2020October 26, 2020 Mitchel David Ring8 Comments

Shock and awe as reflections close in and we see the many-eyed watchers, the many voiced heralds of doom at the breaking dawn...

Posted in PoemsTagged eternity, poetry, reflection, story, time, writing

A Place Once Holy

September 4, 2020September 3, 2020 Mitchel David Ring15 Comments

From where we stand at the edge we can see the ruins of the mountain, its scars slowly filling with dust...

Posted in PoemsTagged memory, mountain, poetry, time, union, writing

Writhe

August 25, 2020August 24, 2020 Mitchel David Ring8 Comments

We writhe out among the stars in fractal whirlpools that give birth to suffering and death...

Posted in PoemsTagged death, poetry, space, story, time, writing

Digital Relics

August 23, 2020August 22, 2020 Mitchel David Ring4 Comments

Rushing in to find things hidden in the dust— digital relics left behind to waste away, to rust in the rain coming through a broken ceiling...

Posted in PoemsTagged poetry, promises, silence, story, time, writing

Millennia

July 27, 2020July 26, 2020 Mitchel David Ring11 Comments

A stirring in primeval shadows, given out to dreams that fell from the sky. Blind eyes know only the promise of light...

Posted in PoemsTagged consciousness, dreams, ocean, poetry, time, writing

Everything Left Behind

July 8, 2020July 7, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment

Softly the last vestige of light fades from eyes filled with gray years, gazing through an open window out to sea...

Posted in PoemsTagged ending, ocean, poetry, time, window, writing

Lucid

May 17, 2020May 16, 2020 Mitchel David Ring13 Comments

I was there when the shadows fell lucid for a breath before tossed beneath the surface and lost in technicolor visions of the stars...

Posted in PoemsTagged blood, landscape, poetry, surface, time, writing

Digital River

April 21, 2020April 20, 2020 Mitchel David Ring4 Comments

Deeper in, the walls come alive. Trust me. Just go a little further and you’ll see the lights like veins pulsing in the darkness. Like a digital river flowing through the rock.

Posted in PoemsTagged cave, digital, poetry, rabbit hole, time, writing

They Might Have Been Hazel

February 27, 2020February 27, 2020 Mitchel David Ring24 Comments

She spoke to me without a voice and a bullet tore through the walls of my soul laughing all the way to the screaming end...

Posted in PoemsTagged eyes, memory, poetry, sacred, time, writing

Toward the Witching Hour

December 12, 2019December 12, 2019 Mitchel David Ring3 Comments

As the clock face moves on toward the witching hour I’ve kept the moon company this night Watching candle wax collect and overflow Onto a table wrought from hallucination...

Posted in PoemsTagged free verse, morning, poetry, salvation, time, writing

Waves of a Silent Sea

December 5, 2019December 5, 2019 Mitchel David Ring10 Comments

From out of the west come visions of gold Playing in the eyes of a man atop his deathbed The long moments become waves of a silent sea Rolling inexorable to the city wall...

Posted in PoemsTagged free verse, poetry, sea, shadow, time, writing

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