Sunday, July 10, 2011

I Am

I am a sleeper;
Cresting waves of futures,
Falling into pits of the past.
Grasping at the brass ring;
My fingers turn to smoke,
My eyes close.
My eyes open;
The night yields before me,
I slowly stand up.

I am a runner;
My lungs create fire,
My breath becomes ice.
The Earth shakes;
Continents shift underfoot,
The seas churn.
My ambitions soar;
Will becomes wings,
Wings become desire.

I am a fighter;
Fists made of dirt,
Blood pours like milk.
Heart beat quickens;
Thrust is parried,
Riposte then press.
Two figures embrace;
The battle has ended,
Passion creates desire.

I am a lover;
Sweat glistens on skin,
The pupil dilates.
Fingers grope frantically;
There is no other moment,
There is no other time.
Embrace eternity;
Fill your mind with lights,
Slip off into the nether.

I am a dreamer.

2 comments:

  1. Love this and was hoping someone would break out some poetry. I'm looking to follow up sometime soon. Some of my favorite lines:

    "My fingers turn to smoke", "Fists made of dirt,
    Blood pours like milk"

    you capture the existential with the metaphysical so eloquently. this type of language is often worlds more accurate than any scientific description of life.

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  2. Thanks, Daniel! It's been near on a decade since I've written poetry, but I wanted to get back in the practice since there will be some in the novel I'm working on.

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