Diurnal Musings(NaPoWriMo 2016 Anthology)

#13: crescendo molto

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I am leisurely strolling through the green,
Roses and tulips on fresh, bright stalks, lean,
On the path I take across the beauty
Of the sky above, grand like a deity.

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The grass on the path grows sparse,
And earth comes up to be seen,
The rose's beauty is but a farce,
Hiding sharp thorns with intentions mean.

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Flowers wilt at the edges and the path
Is but mud. Calm is the sun's impending wrath
That on my skin condenses as small droplets
From the heat the yellowing canopy lets.

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Trees without leaves nor flower nor fruit,
No beautiful bushels growing at its root.
The sweltering sun to curse the skin
By sweating it out and let dehydration win.

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The ground is dry now, rugged and cracked;
Shirt wet with sweat, and no water packed.
No habitation, hydration or nutrition in sight,
My life will end as against the odds I fight.

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There are rocks that make my eyes glare
A drop of water is a sight beyond rare,
Prickly thorns and sharp stones pierce my sole
Oh dear lord, I am prepared to give my soul.

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Swarms of insects from the sweltering stone
Have pledged not to leave my bruised body alone;
The cries I hear around me root from my mind
In light years about, oblivion is all I can find.

al niente
Gold-
Like the summer sun's feisty might;
Black-
Like being blacked out after a fight;
Red-
Throbbing blood and strobing lights;
Yellow-
Piercing screeches and bright sights;

White-
I am in heaven now,
Worry not, oh spirit,
Think not how,
And have no fear.