Envision

Envision

By J.Lynne Moore

Through the sparkling darkness,
Screaming whispers
Full of empty knowledge
Sound the silent bells
And freeze the flames of water.

Dumb mouths speak of motionless winds,
Transporting blind seers
Beyond the frigid embers
Of the somber day-star,
Allowing deaf ears to heed great inflections.

Permeating from the ignorant seers,
Profound phrases
Saturate the vacant consciousness
Within the perishing immortals,
Permitting the noble assemblage to converse.

Behold the meager utterance
Of a rimed thunderbolt,
As it provokes a tranquil cataclysm
And manifests frivolous deliberation
Amongst the vile congregation.

Enticed by the vapors of righteousness,
Animated quietus descends ravenously.
Coerced to placidly expel their quintessence,
The nefarious seers rupture vehemently,
Amalgamating into the fissures of their exiguous universe.

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Withered Hand

Withered Hand

J. Lynne Moore

A withered hand waits,
For the touch of youth.
Fearing now the loss…
The reality of stubborn truth.

The repetition of sunrise,
Has left it’s wrinkled mark;
And still the withered hand…
Waits, as the shadows grow dark.

Faded now, the journey’s road,
Bellows caution, dead end…
And as the moments linger,
The withered hand does ascend.

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