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chill
by Uriel Tovarscrew
the thoughts of forgotten dreams
dripping from an emerald mind
giving off
verdant chills
swirling over the azure sea
--that feeds into
an already lonely
me.
grow up tall greens
and suck in the sun
of which we endure
a sweet beating
of comfortable burning
boiling into
crackling blistering skin.
we are these fires
of the tall
yellow grass
figures
dancing wildly
in the plain
situations of our distress.
the black ashes won't rise
they are soot
tracing the outlines
of a painted war face
on an already divided earth
waiting for the rains
to flood the wounds
and tumble the iniquities
down the hillside
like a brown waterfall
changing face--saving face.
but the rain doesn't come
the rain has slowed
crystals
granite crashing
pouring over a shivering, blanketed world. 03/27/2005 Posted on 03/28/2005
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 03/31/05 at 11:11 PM wow! I am impressed. As this is my first perusal of your library, i am compelled to read more... |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 04/02/05 at 05:06 AM This is full of movement and color! Reading it, I am moved by the intensity of it. |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 04/02/05 at 05:41 AM i like, "tracing out the outlines". it's very promise ringish, but i see it's been revised. oh well. despite not having that, the language is great. |
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