Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Sails


Blow a mournful note through the trumpet.
Break the lines and let
the boat go.

There is more freedom in the future.

Molded past images from a puddle of misspent guilt
and
needing this pain is like living
with a dark angel
just seen out of the
corner of the eye.
ready to strike when hot--
pokers, poked, blood seeping,
hot blisters and red eyes.
stopped.

Break the lines and let the boat go.
Her Guilt slips out to sea.

I’ll remain on the shore, laughing.

.

a ship is safer at sea
in a hurricane than alongside
me? i like storms and how they make me

full stop

fucked by a hurricane
that's me

full stop

when i part lines and cast off
when i slip
billow
i am weather
i am hurricane
i am free

nice piece, sierra. sailed me away.

thanks for the voyage,

cecil

Thank you both for reading!

I'm glad you liked it, Cecil.

Peace,

Sierra

"Molded past images from a puddle of misspent guilt"

I love the sound and imagery of this line -- really beautiful!

abcrystcats, thanks, I'm glad you liked it.

Knip (hope I got the name right).

I'm married to a Wyldestorms, so I know about hurricanes!

Peace,

Sierra