Will I?

rnfields, trees, houses merge in faces ofrnshattered shimmering bloody mud-stainedrnenamel on the cathedral window ledge;rn         one pain lower.

     breathe,

alone with realms of grass tipped rushesrnfloating on the hostile wind,rnthe stone bridge galloping past-

four flowers spark the afternoonrnsunlight’s glow refracting rnon limp-edged water streaming below thernridden bridge;

loneliness.

Dancernout thernshuttered church door,rnlatched with hookedrnmemorabilia,rnlocked.

seeingrn     staringrnWatching clouds freefall throughrnlightning fields withrnone hand clapping the rhythm;

keeping time for fateful failurern     -such distinction!-

echoing, throbbing,

Soundless.

rnSomething I’m currently playing with. Need to send Alan a poem or two in the next week or so, just to let him know what kind of poetry I write before class next session, and such. This is something I’m in the process of working on for that purpose. I feel the second half (after ‘loneliness’) isn’t as smooth as the first half… any suggestions? Comments? Ideas? Feedback at all? ^_^

Oh, and a brief piece of advice. If at the beach, with your $700 odd Samsung D500 phone in your pocket, you find yourself walking over the rocks which are coated with slippery slippery algae - avoid falling over. Just don’t do it, as replacing the LCD will cost you $210. Trust me on this one. :s

Alcata’riel.

-Andiyar