It Closes In

Sweeping

———————-

Racing ones heart in

sweaty beats of love…

Dashing towards destiny

before the slowdown occurs…

And when it slows…

it slows….

Grabbed at and tossed about

by fear, terror…

and other roadblocks of happiness…

Feet dug down in mossy

hooves of mud…

collapsed upon..

fallen and flailed…

Stripped down to the bone

of the matter…

and polished to a shiny hew

by the silkiest of cloths…

Till all are certain that

you are who you are…

Smiling and tarnished…

Despite your best efforts…

underneath this darkening sky…

To be something else…

—————

David L Whitman 08/19/2013 Always trying

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15 thoughts on “It Closes In

  1. Beautiful photo and poem its a bit creepy made me shiver down my spine especialy this part
    “Stripped down to the bone
    of the matter…
    and polished to a shiny hew
    by the silkiest of cloths…

  2. Lovely, and your words paint a story that covers both ends of the spectrum of the human experience, as always, Sir David. I enjoy how you make objects come alive. And Love sweaty beats of love….

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