Saturday, August 17, 2013

The Streaks of the Sun

The emotions build
like snow on the distant mountain peak.
A rumble of thunder
too obscure to register
a feather in the landscape.
A crack
a peeling back
wilderness in a landslide.
Massive walls of white
colliding with the fragile bones.
Tumbling freely down the hillside
I wonder.
Is there color in this life?
My breathe is stolen
inhaled crystals
burning in my chest.
Endless white
searing away the preconceptions
searing away the expectations.
I come to a stop
worn and bruised.
I lay for a moment
slowly seeping in.
I raise my face
the streaks of the sun
register the colors.
I stagger to my feet
I can go on
I will not accept defeat.


  1. Faerie,
    For some reason I'm not a poetry reader. I usually just ignore, but you're a friend and I wanted to read it and I have to tell you it's really wonderful.

    1. Thanks PK, I would say I am not much of a poetry writer, but sometimes the words just pop into my head. If I don't write them down they tend to just hang there, going round and round and round.

  2. I hear the strength in your voice returning. I am glad. You have been through so much emotionally...I hope the sun shines down and you see all the colors of the is your time to see the colors... Much love, Terps

    1. Oh Terps, I do hope the sun is finally coming out and not just for me my friend. I think we could all use some sun in our lives right about now.

  3. You have a wonderful way with words. thank you for sharing.

    1. Thank you for the lovely compliment :)

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    1. Thank you Bleuame, I'm so happy you enjoyed it.

  5. Powerful and so very beautiful.

    Lots of hugs.

    1. Thanks, usually when I write poetry, it's just because the words pop into my head and I need some place to get them out. This would be the place :)