Heres whats swirlin today in our Poetry Forum... JANUS by longtime Contributing Poet & Writer, Mel Waldman On a seething summer night, I sometimes look out my bedroom window and stare at the dark sky. The emptiness, a void that swallows me, cuts me in half, and I face the swirling future that merges with the broken now, and with a slight turn of my head, I see the monstrous past that melted long ago in the unforgiving heat. My skull, anointed with existential conundrums, swings back and forth like Poe’s pendulum above the ominous pit and soon, Janus appears, a phantom boy from far away. “I remember you,” I mutter to the chimerical young man, a flimsy, diaphanous blur I barely recognize. But I smell his sin, the foul, ferocious odor of boiled flesh, crushed bones, and gushing blood... To read THE REST of this poem and MORE mad poetry, please visit MadSwirl!
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 22:04:18 +0000
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