Monday, October 28, 2013

Flames


 Shadows tottering, 
staggering throughout the forest

Yellowish light reveals
concealed sectors beyond

In these woods, death looms over
bold scents of burnt botanicals

A screen of haze wafts in the air
like an opaque fog after summer rain

The soothing sound of the nearby brook:
no longer the pacifier of adversity

Raging clamor of ferocious heat 
overwhelms untroubled dispositions

The mind imagines other states
but remains fixed upon colors

An observable, tangible hell
lacking the torturous gnashing

Life engulfed by nature herself:
an action of the barbarous cannibal  

Parched ground, ashes abound:
remnants of what stood before   
 
Gaze at the dancing flames
Such a mundane occurrence

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