In Reply to "The Thick"

Large downy flakes try to pierce The Thick. Softly
Landing pon the edges, hard and crusted with fear of failure.
The cottony white kisses the solid thickness of despair.

Not so much a loving kiss rather
one of ultimate betrayal. Judas touch, Brutus' duplicity.

Sisters locked in eternal struggle for mans soul.

Goodness and mediocrity. Not evil, just a stinging realization

that one must move forward
through the murky forest of life and struggle

to come out the other side, whole and somehow tainted but fulfilled.

Spinning webs of gossamer strands
Straining softly gathering much
Spreading adamant glowing band
'round the Thick and sorrow such.

Lift and pivot while turning slow
Siblings both do waltz and whirl;
An essence rising, to and fro.
Shining as a newborn pearl.

What rises up from deep within
The sisters try to pull and pluck
And a knowing does soon begin
each hoping theirs with luck.

Break the bonds or bound them tight
Stand and move, or sink in night.

~stardancerinc

Some thoughts.

The waves are monotonous
one after another after another.
No variety, sand flows and ebbs
with regularity.
Is it bleakness or harmony?
Stability or disquiet?
Familiar or banal?
Haunted eyes need to look
beyond the pale
and the soul need wrap
itself in this cloak of warmth
For coldness is empty, without
the usual.
Warmth is where the heart is
where it is welcomed, loved and balanced....it is home

~~In reply to Tracey 2009