Scorched

 

Scorched

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the landscape
losing its gild
mottles
in gunmetal grays

fractured storm clouds
churn
in huddling menace

brightened breezes
that sizzled in the aspens
build
buffeted by the angry front
thrashing
into brittling winds

the world
tumbles towards darkness

my heart
shudders in deep shadow
mourning love’s devastation

scorching words
bite and sting
where they sizzle still
blistering my careless tongue

would that it rain
drown the lands
that I might
turn my face to the sky
flood my foolish mouth
charred by regret
with drenching waters
of contrition

to douse the cruel fire
of that
which should never have been said

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rob kistner © 2011

• collage entitled “Sorrow” – by: rob kistner © 2011

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inked at Writer’s Island