SpeechlessWhat happens when some one too close to you dies?Speechless by AlecBell
When in the shaded room, the high tide of pain abates, when the room is filled with final silence, when organic motion at last has ceased. The familiar face becomes a mask, no longer illuminated from within. You hold a hand mirror before the transfigured face. The reflection remains clear, unfilmed. The breath of life is no more. Solitude blossoms around you (like those chaste lilies that will decorate the funereal church).
Neither staying or going will alter the implacable truth.
you can speak only
in regret's sad dialect,
sighing your losses.
The FirestormFirestorm they're calling it.The Firestorm by AlecBell
Hour after hour, the sky
groaned with the noise of engines,
buckled with the weight of death.
Yesterday an ancient city,
streets of historic buildings;
with this morning's light, devastation.
Nothing but cindered corpses,
scorched earth, slowly cooling rubble.
Soldiers search for survivors and miracles.
Once the gods alone
could achieve such destruction.
The pygmies have grown.
GrievingGrieving by AlecBell
The night can blossom,
shadows become dark flowers,
soft petalled velvet.
Flowers seen by sleepless eyes,
when hearts feel only turmoil.