Imminent Thoughts…

 

Drinking from a vial of dark sadness, cannot

forget, will not forget; mind reeling, mouth

twisted, choking; this pain is not terminal it is

permanent.

Pain, an accumulation from the past that lingers

in memory, drifting in dreams, floundering on

invisible winds of winter; searching through the

impenetrable haze called tomorrow.

A frosted pane, bare branches waving does not

clear the cobwebbed corners of a grieving mind.

A fractured mirror imaging the soul dances

among the sunlight, a pit of Hell or tower to the

Heavens fear is no longer the builder of an

unfinished life.

 

©2014.imminentthoughts.annjohnsonmurphree

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19 thoughts on “Imminent Thoughts…

  1. That was poetically powerful…

    I loved the way you have described as an: an accumulation from the past that lingers in memory,

    Moreover: “drifting in dreams, floundering on invisible winds of winter”;
    These latest ones were blurred images, highlighting the implicit idea of holding back fears and regrets. I found that the winter atmosphere perfectly links to the feeling of sorrow.
    Finally I enjoyed the game of opposites, shown through the way you look forward ” searching through the impenetrable haze called tomorrow”.

    Your poetry is penetrating, deep and highly connotative.. I

    t is truly good to read your words,

    Cheers, Aquileana 🙂

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