Abstract Train Of Thought

A piece of abstract poetry.

 

Give way – twist

inquisitive curiosity,

focus trance this

altered matter,

calming streaming

tensions,

 

free squinting eyes

passing breezes as

they soar on wings;

climbing high,

ascending to cry

pulsating drums,

rhythm of

thundering horses,

 

then, shrinking

twilight let

wolves assemble,

their howls

gather pace,

rushing...feeling

no guilt,

 

hear their songs nightly,

while cubs whimper

inside dark holes,

moon's only warmth

peeps in.

 

Stand boggy marsh

heavily mantled,

beating out

different patterns

while waiting

for rain,

 

silently singing

its mysteries,

exiled pleasure

and pain,

 

lost world, some stealth;

impulsive energy fragile,

lying alert – even when

dormant – not like

Southern faraway bayou.