Tendrils of the Moment Yume Igarashi Cigar tendrils curl about the warm rainpour
In an ephemeral, gentle embrace. Eons of blue twilights brush its lips against my soul like so. How long has it been Since I last simply let The liquid luster in these descending drops of the broken city Envelop My gaze, Conscience, Inhales Without lamenting how They will, In a single breath’s life, Dissolve Into the stormy concrete underneath?
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alito liquido Yume Igarashi A waning sliver of burning white
Or A sharp, bleeding slash in the abyss Of the swimming darkness above Melts into the dryness of my gaze. My tips of black hair disintegrate into The shaded twists of poise In the underground world. There is no light here, So there are no chilling shadows, Only ardor. The shifting liquid air around me sighs, Languid and pensive Or perhaps that is the exhale of the swirling chasm inside, Weaving together the space between my ears. Being here, I no longer know if I am drowning or floating Maybe when everything is the end And everything is the beginning Ends and beginnings cease to exist. And so, the translucent waves have swallowed me whole, Ending in my demise, But in another dimension of a second, The translucent waves have become my entire being, And I am larger, More beautiful, More peaceful, Than I have ever been. Bubbly Rust And Mist Yume Igarashi Like the crowns of rough dark ocean waters,
I can appear to leap into air Dance in bubbles and flowing skirts of misty white, As I gasp, swallow only the dark threads tangling inside, Hushing me, screaming with me. Or is it I alone who is ripping my throat? Or is it not I at all, as a shell cannot speak? When bloody sunrise reeks more of dry monochrome Than a cackling silhouette of the night Jagged edges of its liquid suppleness Mock each beat of rusting life. Shattered room inside a cage of ivory bars A shadow bangs on the door, frantic, rhythmic. Do we knock because we hesitate To wonder if we are ready, if we truly want, To step inside? Do we knock because we are too eager To know that we are ready, of what we truly want? |
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