Fallout

we wake distributed
      around
behind the orchard where
I harvested the fires, and slung them,
            peppered ash, over the dying moon

admonitions (and a sound
      of rushing blue) where we
had targeted
      aluminum that bonds
            skin to
gardens full of ice

            hold, in sea a walking straight
the blue of day to
      enharmonic strains that
            undercut a hollow sky

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About QuietMonolith

I was just a mild mannered young man living in Portland, OR, until one day....POOF! I turned into a crazy, nefarious, thieving, drug-crazed lunatic. I had lots of therapy and spent many months in hospitals and treatment facilities. Eventually, at the end of my rope, I decided to change everything. With the support of my family and friends, I have embarked on a quest to achieve optimum wellness. I am making radical changes in every part of my life, and in the way I approach the world in which I live. Follow my blog, The Wellness Quest, to experience what happens when a desperate addict takes hold of his destiny and devotes all his time and energy toward making a full recovery. I am also a writer and poet. Follow my blog, What We Left Behind in Crowded Rooms, to take a look at some of my recent poems.
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2 Responses to Fallout

  1. Jingle says:

    beautiful……

  2. lovely word flow.

    invite you to join Jingle poetry potluck today, free and fun…

    first time participant is welcome to share 1 to 3 old poems, or poems unrelated to our theme,
    hope to see you in.

    xx

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