The Amaranthine Poet

The Windless Fury

December 17, 2009 on 2:37 am | In Everything | No Comments

I’m sorry
Here
In the shadow of this silver tree
Whose silver petals drip down
Like diamond blends with distilled light
Dewy on the earth’s turned cheek
I’m sorry
Rises and struggles to rise
Beneath the frost

My fury is electric
Sparking with flesh
Since there is no wind to carry it away.
To get here I pushed
Past
Thorny labyrinths
Within kaleidoscopic phantasms

Listener beyond the stars
Called for me to
Cherish my time
And the rosy glass blocking him from this world
Was his lamenting wine
Fire flicks off this
Burgundy silhouette
Marriage of thought and light

I’m sorry
That I am strong and you
The silver tree trembles, reveals
and you
Pink veined beneath the bark
and you
Torn about by erratic words
and you
As unwanted as weeds
and you
Beneath the moon crested shadow of
This tree and its sinewy boughs

are weak.

-Jenna Awad

P.S. The reason why I’ve taken down the comment link is because the majority of comments on here are from Russian prostitutes and Hungarian mail-order brides selling toothpaste. And it’s more than I can deal with. Ha. Once someone realizes I have this site, if they choose to leave a comment, it becomes lost in a sea of crap, so. Not a pretty image. Sea of crap.