Rolling, rolling
It crashed over the horizon
They listened
But their fear couldn’t silence the thunder
This is an excerpt of a poem from Grains of Sand. To read the full poem, you can download the book via Kindle or purchase the paperback from Amazon.
Grains of Sand
COPYRIGHT © 2016 by Colton Babladelis
Excerpt appears courtesy of Winter Goose Publishing
And in a moment
We realized that time didn’t exist
For we had lived something eternal
In this life so ephemeral.
We asked the sky
Who lightly laughed back
And winked at us with warm eyes
And whispered over the sea and through the leaves…
This is an excerpt of a poem from Grains of Sand. To read the full poem, you can download the book via Kindle or purchase the paperback from Amazon.
Grains of Sand
COPYRIGHT © 2016 by Colton Babladelis
Excerpt appears courtesy of Winter Goose Publishing
Under grey January skies
An orange hued voice rambles
On and on about frivolities,
Spewing its languid hatred
And swaying the masses
Like trees bent under powerful wind
With false promises
Of a better future
Composed of a whimsical greatness
Of which no one can hold
When the truth really looks
Outward with greedy eyes,
Counting its profit, fame, and power.
A constellation
Every tooth sparkling from its own nebula
Cosmic music bursts violently
From a collapsing galaxy
As your laugh wells up from deep time
Your eyes glitter back from tomorrow
A reflection of the stardust of creation
Your lips
As lonely as the moon
With its half crescent smile
Tracing the sky
Behind a crooked orange paintbrush
Up until an infinite wave of space
Engulfs me in the soft pillow
Of your hair,
And the shadows of the sunset
Put me to sleep in your smile
The subdued blues of the rising sun over Lake Atitlan, Guatemala, highlight how serene the mountains surrounding the lake appear at the break of day. By early morning, the towns and villages surrounding this highland lake are buzzing with farmers, artisans, trade boats, and tourists.
Words carry your love,
As they drift across an open sea
Of sand and worries
That were once hopes,
Scorched by the ages.
Your lips uncovered a tongue
Restless to make love
And ready to spill out
The racing thoughts
That contaminate
The sanctity of promises
Made to the sky
And sworn to things greater than ourselves
My angel,
Walking through the fields
Of a soul profound and guarded
Touching every blade of grass
My only focal point
Dancing through the skies
High,
You alone
Joking with the clouds.
A face formed in the sky
Above a season of stillness
Even the trees wept
With hollow cries
From decrepit leaves
Only the solstice
Could breathe fresh life
Into the eyes of the sky
I hear a rhapsody,
of god’s voice
in the hum
of the afternoon cicada
I see the reflection
of a vast sky
and a vaster god
in the lotus pond
A Poetic Voyage 