"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Nights Embrace...

(Photo: Mine)


Morning tranquility turns to discontent
As the sun slowly languishes in the east
Chimes sound the hour of rest
When the mind sleeps
And imagination fades to dreams





Torrents of hearts passion
Quieted by a lovers soft touch on delicate skin


A deep sigh of acquiescence
Calmed by a held hand



(Photo: Mine)

Lifetime of angst painted in violent hues across the vanquished day’s sky


Fettered aspirations and desires
Spill out of a pained body in thunderous gasps






(Photo: Mine)







Safe to be herself she whimpers like a small child
Then dies
Wrapped in the nights embrace

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