cold – P.S.Clinen

A Poem – Moving On

Travel by train Through fire and frost. On rails of steel Over lands long lost. The morning is icy And haunting to most; With chilling cries And echoes of ghost. Twisted and bare Is the branch of the trees. Alone in the fields Crows tangle and tease. I shudder at the thought Of isolation. ButContinue reading “A Poem – Moving On”

Siberian Solitude

There was a crack. A sharp cut split the frozen ground. Its echo jettisoned itself from the source in an attempt to find something to reverb against. But there was nothing. And just as a pebble is plunged into a pool the waves would go on; perhaps they could carry themselves forever like the neverContinue reading “Siberian Solitude”

A Poem – Inbetween Awake & Asleep

Patiently still I listen and layFor a creature of sand to come and say,“To sleep with you, you weary wretch!There are eerie dreams for you to sketch!” A dark and warm inviting gazeEmerges from blue twilight haze.Heavy, my body sinks in a heap;Weightless, I float through dizzying sleep. Dream, young man. For your days areContinue reading “A Poem – Inbetween Awake & Asleep”