The Inertia of Spinning Eddies

The Inertia of Spinning Eddies

There is a world

some know intimately

A world where

you’re never enough

A world that casts aside

misunderstood imperfections

like stigmas' ashes ,

burnt traces

in lonely mirrors

left behind

Behold the fate of a leper

never belonging ,

alone all along ,

yet spirits too strong

to be spun undone

Turning and turning
around and around
circling and circling
redundantly spinning on
a world of spin
whirling right on by
wound in the heart
tear in the eye

Each and all wild waters
temporarily restrained
by swirling rip tides pull
sooner or later
there comes a time
all untamed currents
do ebb and flow

Claps a warring
wave of grief
upon the shoreline
so powerful it deflates
all breath
succumbing
to a wearying wave
pangs the reality
     of the pending void . . .



© harlon rivers
August 16th, 2014

The Memory of Light

The Memory of Light

A stillness strove to soothe the unbridled darkness
Shadows mystic shape did tether behind
by frayed thread ,
Drew me backwards while I sought ,
strung to the memory of light

Thoughts bound to contravened affections
Trussed to what once seemed
unfettered certainty
Fading allusions disavowed without balm

A lonely silence hauntingly pulses ,
Drowning out the learnt sagacity of solitude
Ache of a parched heart famished for solace ,..

Hearken quietude ... 

not a word spoken
yet everything is heard ,..

Staid in the serene respite
Understanding the natural
Detachment of disregard
in the turmoil of human struggle 

in search of truth ...

© Harlon Rivers ...  2014