Poetry: Your Dead Horizon
Cold cloak chills
my aged bones it
belies
those crimson eyes
those smoldering orbs
those smoking windows
of despair
and yet
I draw closer
I capitulate
I accede
in the knowing
of what is
and what was
and what will
never be
with one touch I’m
asphyxiated
emasculated
entombed
my ashes
barely glancing
your frozen ground
your dead horizon
your nuclear dust
before they are
pulverized and
obliterated
behind the echo
of your
terrifying laugh.
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Goodness from Rob of JustRuminating
That’s so very nice of you to reblog this! I am honored and thrilled.
It’s a great piece that belongs here. Happy to reblog.
Chilling. Wow! I am glad to see the Muse is whispering to you again. 💜
Yeah, ever so faintly lol
It’s a start!
Eerily beautiful, Rob.
Thanks Kay
You’re welcome!
Whoa Rob…
Whoa? That’s a new one haha
I feel like we should be having a band aid party! 🙂
I am sorry, I am dense tonight, how do you mean?
I am thinking back to a chat we had about scars and band aids (under one of the poems I wrote…)
Ah yes, I do recall that now. I just made this up. It has nothing to do with me. As a matter of fact, like I was telling oldepunk, I am not sure what it is about, I am just glad to have finally written a poem after 14 damn days! That’s the longest I’ve gone in four months. I hope I am beyond it, but I am not sure I am. My medication is now affecting my emotions, as in regulating them. For me to write poetry, I have to be feeling heavy feelings of either joy or sorrow. This middle of the road shit is killing my muse 🙁
Hmmm interesting.
You are such a good writer, I wouldn’t lose hope about it. You need time to adjust to your new reality, I’m guessing. I’m sure new muses will present themselves.
Thank you so much for that, you are always so nice to me.
I have alcoholics in my family and I admire what you’re doing, I understand how important encouragement is. But honestly, you deserve the praise for your talent. And my sister’s entrenched in denial so your posts help me too 🙂
Nothing makes me happier than to know that someone is actually benefitting from my work. The picture and music posts are for variety, but this is all about recovery for me. I have been leaning toward it more and more as I learn more about it.
It definitely is, it helps my understanding. I have to go, have a great weekend! 🙂
Are you happy with the new meds? I only ask because others tell me they can have a little bit of a numbing affect, is that what you mean?
Yes, kind of like that. And I go pee a lot, which is a pain in the ass. lmao
Haha is that a metaphor for cleansing intense emotions?
No, literally lithium makes you pee a lot.
I know, I really feel for you. No easy answers.
Great write Rob. Spooky and painful. Well done!
Thanks. It’s my first poem in 14 days. I don’t even know what it’s about, but at least I finally wrote a damn poem, lol. Unfortunately for me, to write poetry, I have to feel bipolar highs or bipolar lows. The new meds I am on are stabilizing me, but sent my muse packing.
I’ve been there man. It does stifle the creativity a bit. It will come back. I had to teach myself that it is still in me, I just had to find a new way to jumpstart it. Idk what that means for you, but if you can write, you can write. And friend, you can write! Namaste
Thanks, I always appreciate your positivity and kindness towards me. Maybe jumper cables?
Not sure about that method!