Posted on January 30, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
The floor chases the sun
Disturbing the warmth, Dust wanders
Within bent beams, embedded
In light captured heat
Moves as an animal, crawling
Never quite caught, always catching
Late leaves, blended with sidewalks
Attempt a crossing, through portal
Entering dry, slightly sifted
Remnants, now empty veins
Lost among the floorboards
Still trying, still trying, always trying
Screens are guardians, slim aluminum
Bugs not meant to be heard
Play pretend with access, asking
Confused, glancing curiosity,
Darting, from screen to screen
An escapeless web, teased by wind
The fireplace, forgotten tomb
Sits still, breathless, sullen
Until blown upon by suffocation
Sparks break out, wild upon the world
Die in the night, depthless deep
The morning buries them, softly
The sun, a cold reminder, where
Blinds attempt to illuminate
Loss of cycle, the crouching star
Until the horizon eats the beam
Spinning, spinning flat, until
Hands are rubbed together
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Bugs, Creative Writing, Leaves, Poem, Poetry, Sun, Verse, Windows, Writing
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This was gorgeous! I loved the words you used they whole thing was wonderfully melodious.
Elan, great job! It is thought provoking and lovely all at the same time! Thank you for checking out my blog and allowing me to visit yours!
Effective imagery and atmosphere.
Thanks for visiting my Photo Blog. Much appreciated.
I really enjoyed your writing in this poem—evocative and provocative, in the sense of thought provoking. Thanks for sharing your gift and your effort. I’m also writing to express my appreciation for your follow of Heart of Life Poetry.
the pictures are in complete sync with the poem…great work 🙂
Elegant writing. Thanks for sharing
“Still trying. Still trying. Always trying.” Evokes the human struggle to create a lasting legacy. For what? Everything dies. But your poetry expresses it beautifully.
The first photo was something I clipped from a magazine, the second was a photo from a friend’s collection.
So eloquent. Thank you. I am enjoying your words so very much.
Where does that accompanying artwork come from?
Thank you so much!!
The way you paint with words always inspire me. You are a true artist
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn montage. Glad you did this one.. Outstanding!
This is brilliant
I found myself holding my breath throughout this beautiful piece. Thank you!
This is brilliant. Your images reach beyond words and speak a language of their own.
Lovely thank you
Beautiful. I still am amazed by the pictures you come up with.
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Reblogged this on captive to words.
I love : “Dust wanders
Within bent beams”.
A lovely, evocative poem.
love the imagery!
I love the imagery in the poem. Great job!
This is absolutely beautiful.
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