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Wrote this tonight after my run. Words are starting to flow again. … The evening run I tear through my own shadows Across the field as fast as they will let me Distant as that streaking cloud and the whisper of light hovering above the mountain Night burns the orange leaves to red Orange leaves remind me it is almost that time A tin can rings against my foot and here I am again The haunted house … #halloweenpoem #instapoem #runnersofig #hauntedhouse #spookypoetry #singersongwriter https://www.instagram.com/p/CUtwxcvgexe/?utm_medium=tumblr
~ Gold of Fools ~ He tried to exchange his woes for a dram! All his slights, damned; all his wrongs, righted! All his plights washed away by a one night stand. Whiskey, the mistress, seductress, sitting on the bar, cracking the rocks on which she lounges Nothing but a curse, someone whispers - words dying on inebriated breath. A jar of falsehoods, golden like a new day, promising much, yet delivering nothing, save for the mundane, save for disaster and pain, save for some of the same, but worse. The gold calls to him, like the Sirens of yore, trembling fingers reach for the cold shell of glass, fingers expectant and afflicted trembling with delight, trembling with plight, wetting their tips on condensation in flight. The gold, cold in the mouth, warm in the throat, hotter in the chest, slithering bellywards, combusting, creating fires - some burning bridges. Some burning composure. Some burning optimism, some burning life, quick, like the Wick of a flaming candle. Ah, Whiskey, the food of unfulfilled pleasures. Ah, Whiskey, the gold of fools. ~ Nick Adigu Burke ~ Image Credit: blickpixel (Pixabay) #poetrycommunity #poetry #darkpoetry #poeticwriting #spookypoetry #NickAdiguBurke #micropoetry #flashpoetry #shortpoetry #instapoem #loseyourself #devilish #coolpoetry #horror #deeppoetry #poeticverses #freeversepoetry #modernpoetry (at Holmfirth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTWyWDdMc5F/?utm_medium=tumblr