Dread Poets Sobriety

Good afternoon, folks! I have a quickie for you today, no introduction just poem. Enjoy!

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“Fault-Lies”, June 1, 2024. 

Suddenly that solid ground  

Can abruptly cease to be 

Swirling atoms come unbound  

Limited options to flee 

Concrete blocks now wind-blown sand 

Choking life of fragile frame 

Feebly clinging by one hand 

Swing gaze round to much the same 

Landslide’s swell forms minute peak 

Petitioning the lost cause 

Trembling hurt, wistfully weak 

No succour of rest or pause 

Hurtling out across chasm 

Faith alone maintains our stride 

Shredded muscles locked spasm

Us and abyssal divide 

Memories flashing mid-flight  

Golden triumph, guilt entwined 

Regret, burdens, scars and blight 

Take over from life refined

Ersatz glide swiftly concludes

Senses rent, cratered impact 

Cogency and sense eludes  

Brain and body not intact 

Pulled from wreckage hours on 

Limp and bloodied carcass bare 

Just another shattered pawn 

Garrotted steel-silent prayer.

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No introduction and no summary. Class is cancelled today, please do your readings independently.

I will say, I’m very fond of some of the lines in this piece. They just read and scan quite wonderfully. It’s nice to like something you create. Not always the case. Just ask Frankenstein. Side note: that book goes so much harder than I remembered. If you haven’t and you enjoy the genre read it, fantastic.

Thank you so much for reading and please enjoy the most blessed of blessed days. Puppies, ice cream, true love, cool birds, whatever.

Happy Trails and Waggy Tales!

-Alex Blaikie