Twisted on the Border

—————

split asunder

on a knife’s edge…

pale vermilion grasses

wave with a tickling weakness,

And cold steel rips the

earth apart..

as the energy flows

into nothingness,

the wound cries out

to deaf ears…

and each gust of the

once gentle breeze,

becomes a Calliope

so dissonant

that anyone near

or far…

avoided that place

forever more…

——

David L. Whitman 09/13/2012 from the edge of the world

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6 thoughts on “Twisted on the Border

  1. And cold steel rips the
    earth apart..
    as the energy flows
    into nothingness,
    the wound cries out
    to deaf ears…

    those words cut’s like a knife… Like your poem

  2. The environmental thread to this piece….and the split we feel, on our world being destroyed, yet the fact that we all use and need it, it is a twisted place indeed….a fabulous piece.It resonates deeply with those of us who live in oil rich countryside, being sliced open and destroyed.

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