Scorched

 

Scorched

the landscape
losing its gild
mottles
in gunmetal grays

fractured storm clouds
churn
in huddling menace

brightened breezes
that sizzled in the aspens
build
buffeted by the angry front
thrashing
into brittling winds

the world
tumbles towards darkness

my heart
shudders in deep shadow
mourning love’s devastation

scorching words
bite and sting
where they sizzle still
blistering my careless tongue

would that it rain
drown the lands
that I might
turn my face to the sky
flood my foolish mouth
charred by regret
with drenching waters
of contrition

to douse the cruel fire
of that
which should never have been said

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rob kistner © 2011

collage entitled “Sorrow” – by: rob kistner © 2011

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inked at Writer’s Island

23 thoughts on “Scorched”

  1. I find this to be quite beautiful. Wonderful metaphor. But I especially like the “how” of its writing. At times I use words in the same manner. I really enjoyed this poem.

  2. Rob, you’ve captured the regret of angry, impetuous words so well here.

    “would that it rain
    drown the lands
    that I might
    turn my face to the sky
    flood my foolish mouth
    charred by regret
    with drenching waters
    of contrition”

    Beautifully stated. You really are a master and I’ve missed visiting here for too long. 🙂

  3. This is wonderful. I think there are definitely times, for whatever reason we open mouth, insert foot and then wish it had never occurred.

  4. the aftermath of things we cannot take back – I love the imagery and the “reverse personification” for want of a better term…The emotion becomes the world in which you live. Powerful stuff.

  5. and that is a form of darkness that could have been prevented with a word…

    Thanks for sharing this dark poem I have been delving into different aspects of it and looking at memorial day as well – this one hit the mark

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