Sinertia.

By TheProphetUntold

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Blink.

Skyward eyes,
inverted black
with wist and woe.

Cinematic
mercurial
teardrops.

Running in
nameless rivers,
churning the
weathered mills
of dementia...

There.

Rusted
seized
turbines.

Spit their
dying sparks
illuminating
vast ancient
dreadscapes.

A post traumatic
insurgence of faith,
force fed faith
and bled out awe...

Burnt into
steel retinas
long gone....

Blind.

Cross lit eyes
inverted back
in flame and loathe.

Enigmatic
ethereal
entropy.

Erupts in
spineless shivers
scourging the
celestial sills
of s.inertia...

Forging
fatal
framework
of decay's
dissected
delusions.

Plaiting its
pestilent
poison
pulse,
with mine.

At last
ascending
aimlessly
into
oblivion....

It's hard to kneel on broken knees.

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Published on Monday, January 11, 2021. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

circa 2007. For Tim.

Comments on "Sinertia."

A former member wrote: seems like the alliterative verse really picked up heavily towards the end... I wondered if this had some kind of relation to the blind ... the blink and then the blind.... I like the concept of sinertia... but I wonder if the second half of the poem brings out the full suggestiveness of that neologism... as always, fierce in tone.... unforgiving in verse. *bows*
On Thursday, January 27, 2011, Malcholm Dark (806) wrote:

a beautiful vision... the eyes tell all... a great piece of poetry, thanks for sharing
On Thursday, January 27, 2011, Meadowhawk (160) wrote:

Sweet imagery. Nicely flowing piece. Well written!
A former member wrote: beautiful and apt title alone...and the closing profound line line wouldve been more than poetry for me. excellent as always. toujours~
On Thursday, January 27, 2011, ubiquitoussoul (343) wrote:

"Spit their dying sparks illuminating" it starts to set in ..from a marvelous opening into fury "Cross lit eyes inverted back in flame and loathe." ..you fucking slay..damn these old works your posting up are really catching my attention.. these bursts of imagery ..all connected on this lead line of madness.ticking away to detonation.. your choice of words and the way your place space your voice is excellent..some surreal land mine trip into non existence.. very worthy of and oblivion ending.. thanks for sharing