mercury-dracula

[amenOra]

red as the sun going down
welcome to cherry woods
welcome to burnished glints
studied by the seer eye
welcome soon now to depart
waiting on a line to pull
tug me down the river's edge
pent up in my worth beyond
stayed standing still for you
wanted more than waiting, too.
bundles of cloth and needles
fateful weavings mean Faith
the father that giveth taketh
and the wolf morning consumes
dilating pupils to adjust them
thought's temple drumming
thrumming in this electric field.

watch them wander through the endless abyss,
as fields like these grow tense in wires spliced within;
tarry capers, mistake thought for thunder, eclipse
in ice, over the entirety of the water and land
encased. hands from elsewhere move above slopes,
casted shadows instruct the willy-nilly, towards
eyes that fire lights with wicks of incandescent wire,
the world of broken things in constant repair.
no wonder, you laugh without thinking, that pain
hugs with hunger what it always knew, o always knew;--
but not any more, the thunder, the thunder gets to you.

and that is the way of the path between the two,
Nature submits to nature, frolicsome adventure endued.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Ever present in your writing is strong movement - motion, captured (often in ways I can't understand but rather sense), as if the process of putting words to paper (so to speak) holds them for release until the reader engages. That might serve as a definition of all poetic endeavor on one level, but this is much more intense to me in your works than my often simple rhyme.

[amenOra]

Nice, I'm glad you described how you see/feel it! I am glad you engage, sorry if sometimes it's challenging, o as my mind sometimes is! lol but you make a lot of sense.
it's sort of stylistic, what i think you're speaking of, ya know.
I like to tinker. and i like to share and care too lol. thank you fellow zoner... take care.