Life And Other Distractions

With fingers firmly grasped   Upon the sleek wooden grain Their grip tightens.   Swing after swing,   They Carve into the arid earth   Quietly washing the dirt wake aside.   Sodden with sweat   The desert glistens.   But, Cracks protrude, Funneling the drops Of lustrous heroism   Through canyons of age.   Worn well, but weary The hours of grit and grime   Remain nameless.   With only one record kept   On a single organ   playing a Constant tune   ————————————-   In the last of the fleeting light The crew was left to work   In the uneasy silence   Of the closing coverage Brought by the night’s blind. Off to the left, All eyes shifted   To the sight of the orange wave   Crashing upon the sea of green   and breaking against the black   Surface of peace   Nightfall typically blankets the heat Tucked in by the sav...

The piercing pitch   Struck the air   Breaking   The still silence of   The Hot summer afternoon affair Woken from her   sunny slumber   She fumbled for the phone   Grasping it close To one ear   Unable   to hold on   Or Push through the fear The voice became distant, mute Clanging to the ground   With tears trailing   In quick pursuit   All she could do was   stumble through   One last, and final, A simple, I love you.   Till death do us part They had whispered   As vows eagerly escaped   Their anxious lips   A promise made true   But both still too young To have it follow through   The encroaching Amber waves   Licked the steep hillside   Lapping up the last   Of the safe spot   That the grassy wake   Did provide   With eyes closed   He mouthed hushed Goodbyes ...

One Day It Might Not Be Us Anymore   The rampant ash storm That had been stirring for well over a week   Finally settled onto their cheeks Merging with the dirt of days past They now existed in a grey-scale of told time. Sodden skin blended sweat and soot Shading faces Like smoke smothers the sun As the end to long days approach Smiles of vivacious white teeth erupt The only pieces left untarnished By the chaos that fire brings ------------------------------------------ ‘Fire is hot’ we joke on the line Something we’re all glaringly aware of But hope to never truly experience Our own form of hell Or feel the fear of   Last resort deployments   Gasping for air in hopes to hold our lungs over   Until the wall of flames that closes in finally passes by The charred countryside spit shrapnel At the crew scrambling past Chasing emerging embers   And strewn debris of molten wood Flames dance across r...