On Passion
written by: Alexander Wolff
From pools of cyanide cry slippery fish
On my step it is, and red waters rush
Entrails creeping up my clumsy step
I look at this rushing stream of blood
In hunt, this river ransacks the land
Facing jagged rocks with ashen rose
Falling away in the sweet, salty waters
Of blue to red and love and hate
Across this desolate land it strides
From burnt forest to fresh blades
Haggard thickets and charred bramble
Bathed in pools of insatiate desire then
Sent ablaze by fires of passion
Let blood spill and suave rivers approach
A deer in headlights has no hope
The flood is here and the siren sang too late
Rising up and up the canyons of fate
Alexander Wolff is a poet who studies Buddhism, music, and psychology. His main inspirations are the unity of human suffering, Confessionalism, and personal experiences of life.
"Poetry bridges the gap between reality and phantasy."
"Poetry bridges the gap between reality and phantasy."
Latest posts by Alexander Wolff (see all)
- On Passion - January 14, 2019
- Spotlight On Writers – Alexander Wolff - December 29, 2018
- The Girl In 137 - December 1, 2018
