A Sketch of Life

Jack Woodlock By Jack Woodlock, 11th Jul 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3myft-8o/
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This came to me after taking some LSD and getting really introspective with myself.

A Sketch of Life

Decrepit man feels no heat,
desultory canes as third leg,
draws hands on the last
of colored wool.

Vacant chairs have a breathing soul,
in those that sit under a roof,
rising with tales.

Callous waves
hold the wonderful Sirens,
bellowing,
in the iced wind,
animating,
suppressed tenacity.

Bedrock thoughts are smelted,
refining fertile perspective
for the individual medium
in a kaleidoscope,
of fiery theory.

Symphonic fingers sculpting
marble blocks
into the Davids and Lady Justices,
of our time.

Intelligence runs
like a scared horse over sand,
hooves marking a timeline,
ready to be picked
by sun-ridden travelers.

Auratus ears,
with run-down cochleas
are now strummed
with the vibrations
of repeated translation.

A veil covering sweet ambition
is to be lifted
is to be kissed
is to be exhibited,
and given no title.

The elisions in the books of tomorrow,
left in the quintessential penumbras,
are plucked
and found to be a moiety,
in the sketch of life.

This is,
a sketch of life.

Tags

Empathy, Individuality, Inner Self, Life, Nonconformity, Rawness, Sketches

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author avatar Jack Woodlock
I write poetry and small excerpts about anything, I'm a young writer, just trying to get out there.

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