Petrified Terrain

Gray groans,
grey grains,
fertile futile,
frozen rigid frigid
Cold chill reign,
terrain fraught cascade,
castrates shallows fallow
Shadows shrill contrasted,
amid stone face
petrified chiseled knots
Draught hostile wasteland,
void-bit,
vexation negated irritation.

Deep freeze,
crisp moonless thoughts,
starlight quivers
insight vistas
Earthen jagged,
be crevasses,
still worn
born torn,
butt as abutments
Temple forlorn refrains
echo alone,
Nautical knots -
whisper wisp wry
Umbilical Frost
tall tale winds -
exhaust pale,
coyote howl -
night-n-gale.

Deaf defanged -
still nest smothers
muted deafened
spoofing sound
Wraith split tongue
venom dwells motion-less,
frozen stare
steel snare
Caught mid-sentence
existence,
dost balance teeter totter’s
depth perception
Whom am I naught,
knocks eye would bee;
echo -
nothing back-ward,
cries lone.

Whimper naught,
paling sod feelings,
flailing diminished,
lapse sought - less
Memories knot hole voids,
fills in hollow caste,
mid untouchable recollections
Alone stationary,
isolated blank-stare,
seeks to fill-in cross-word
di-verse devoid
How dost one start,
being invisible -
mid greys on grays,
bleached into white wash -
Paged ages.

"Who."
Prayeth The Owl.
"Eye."
Sayeth The Poet.


HeArtMosphere Poet

Petrified Terrain

Gray groans, grey grains, fertile futile, frozen rigid frigid
Cold chill reign, terrain fraught cascade, castrates shallows fallow
Shadows shrill contrasted, amid stone face petrified chiseled knots
Draught hostile wasteland, void-bit, vexation negated irritation.

Deep freeze, crisp moonless thoughts, starlight quivers insight vistas
Earthen jagged, be crevasses, still worn born torn, butt as abutments
Temple forlorn refrains echo alone, Nautical knots - whisper wisp wry
Umbilical Frost tall tale winds - exhaust pale, coyote howl - night-n-gale.

Deaf defanged - still nest smothers muted deafened spoofing sound
Wraith split tongue venom dwells motion-less, frozen stare steel snare
Caught mid-sentence existence, dost balance teeter totter’s depth perception
Whom am I naught, knocks eye would bee; echo - nothing back-ward, cries lone.

Whimper naught, paling sod feelings, flailing diminished, lapse sought - less
Memories knot hole voids, fills in hollow caste, mid untouchable recollections
Alone stationary, isolated blank-stare, seeks to fill-in cross-word di-verse devoid
How dost one start, being invisible - mid greys on grays, bleached into white wash -
Paged ages.

"Who."
Prayeth The Owl.
"Eye."
Sayeth The Poet.


HeArtMosphere Poet