Memories of those left behind

we remember the faces

  the eyes

               the voices

            the gleam of silk

                                       of metal

            a spark of fire

in my youngest of days i remember

the shape of that hill

                                  of that sea.

the murmuring stir of that crowd

     their eyes huddled

     their whispers disjointed.

embers and ashes skip on the wind

from house to house they sew

from tree to tree they weave

a maddening shroud

dancing in the street they swirl

scarves and dresses and sleeves and hair

fluttering in the air

with every turn they rise

with every turn they fall

with every turn they fall

Circadian

your golden grace has died away
failing at the end of day
clouds, crimson with demise
spears of orange and pink
impale the darkening sky
whilst nebulae and galaxy retreat
and lo, the moon, steadfast and strong
residing at its peak
wanes to dawn, and sunrise sky
forever to repeat

Blog is still here! sort of.

Blah I have some 'splanin to do.

I've been really busy lately, working 30 hour weeks, plus my Internship, plus I'm spending my time actively looking for a job, PLUS becoming a monitor at the campus metalsmithing lab to work on stuff to potentially sell on Etsy, and then spending my free time driving down to denver to see my girlfriend.

It's hectic.

I'm still writing. Mostly. I haven't posted new poems because I have a hard time finishing them, I'll pull them out in a month or so, but until then they need to ferment a bit.

So that's the boring status update. I'll try to post once a week, to keep this blog alive, but we'll see.