Surly ambiguities interrupt lunch
A brutish gust
Thumps the back door shut
Window shutters stutter an eerie rattle
Goosebumps rumble
Familiar hands blind blinking eyes
Whispers re-arrive
Hands sweat
A noose restricts
Nabs last breath
But
I will not fear death’s trace
Slips though blue(ish) lips
Again
Another day escapes
Lunch returns
Amen
Hope for eating outside still exist 🙂
ha….great rhythm to this…love the sounds in it and of it as well…and its best not to let deaths shadow linger in life…it will def spoil the lunch…smiles. the whispers re-arriving, cool bit that…
Good rythm
I love the “Amen” at the end. I feel like it brings the whole piece together. Love how you worked your way through the fright, Henry. Awesome!
Whispers re-arrive, But
I will not fear death’s trace
powerful lines within the pulse of the write..
I just came from Gretchen’s blog with synapses aware of panic and anxiety. I arrived here in time for lunch also serving that atmosphere. Vivid, well written.
now there are many things that wanna spoil life for sure…great set up of the metaphor here
A poetic whistling in the dark ?….like it a lot!
wow…scary. But the poet overcomes in the end.
Still scary, though. Viseral.
Lady Nyo
This line is terrific: I will not fear death’s trace ~
I hope you get back your lunch appetite ~
wonderful, and especially nice ended as a prayer
I could imagine the constriction of the breath with the fear, and how anxiety can spoil an appetite. Best thing to do is to try and eat a bit of lunch (as the act of eating switches the nervous system response back to normal!)
I love all the mystery twisted in behind the descriptions of the surroundings, very effective. Fabulous music in the words!
the in line carry of these lines
“Window shutters stutter an eerie rattle
Goosebumps rumble
Familiar hands blind blinking eyes”
is magnificent to read aloud. I am glad to have read this piece. In many days I once feared and worried of death, now I die everyday and it quite easy actually ❤ – send my peace and love always
A poem to be read aloud–especially the early lines. Very nice.