Speechless



Words have fled my lips,
like moulting feathers that litter the ground,
useless.
My heart is in my throat.
I see abundance.
Numerous seals and penguins dot the landscape
like so many pixels creating an image.
Great beauty rises from stark surroundings.
Thick glaciers melt into leaping waterfalls,
cascade to the sea.
Wash over red rust whaling station scars
that blister the horizon.
Macabre glory days over,
sea and salt air reclaim what once ignored her.
Beleaguered oil containers lean into the future
waiting for cargo that will no longer fill
their insatiable appetite.
Once we pillaged the sea,
now the earth.

The Shroud

veil
(image credit: anna marie jagodzinska)

sleek veil slowly lifts
bright light streams in
eyes blink
temporary blindness

optimistic future comes into view
complications tumble aside
path visible

meaningful words are felt
healing music is heard
movement occurs

with gust of bad news
silky shroud falls
flutters across face

intense struggle

finest fabric weighs heavy
attempt to avoid destruction
necessary filter carries great value

disguised opportunities
await discovery

Ignited

Ember glows hot
Fire not quite out
Glowing coal lay waiting for exact moment
to burst
combustion
conception
a flaming demented life
irrational
uncontrollable
racing here and there
no apparent course

Ignites in a flash
consumes all in its path
consumes itself
destruction
hollow burnt shell
ashes
all that remain