wind

Day one

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.

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I lost my words

On a windswept castle
Perched above a glittering village
A volcanic wind blew through our hair
And smelled of forgotten words

 

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

Autumnal winds

Autumn came
With an October wind
That brought a crisp hue of orange
To the canopy of the city
A sea of flickering lives
Hurried about
When the autumnal winds blew

Through the elements

Out of torments,
Storms form the north,
Rains from the south,
You seemed to grow
Declining to recognize
The lack of warmth
All along promising to yourself
That one day the sun would come

Three days

For three days we waited
In a place with no wind
We sat in the eye of the storm
And only found out where
The thunder crashed into our dreams
Day and night
Had long melded together
And the distance had creeped into our blood
Something dark on the horizon
Whose sting is easy to forget
When your lover lays with you
But impossible to forget
In an abandoned bed.

Words carry your love

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