Lovely piece, Quite engaging
By Hunter McKenzie
A feeling of memories stream-shaped and
Flowing ungraspably away, moving more
Surely than sunshine into seas of fiction,
Moving around and through You in a now
Devastating collision; they carry pieces
Of You with them, to flow and become
Thin, faded like the water shadows of trees.
Flowing ungraspably away, these stream-
Shapes of You. Gradually becoming other,
Silent, free-from. No matter how you cry.
“And my quivering eyes
throb with the fear of the future.”
VERY DEEP POWERFUL STUFF
Open orbs of sight
watching scarlet tint
the furled of leaves.
Roots upturning cement
exploring the world above
poking through like a whale in the sea
frozen half-way out.
Gnarled lines etched deep –
a markage of memories.
Red brick ash lies silent
as senile beds sink lower
while the Earth caves deeper beneath the weight
And my quivering eyes
throb with the fear of the future.