The Swarm

Frozen frame

forever graven

enshrined to sacred memory box

marched out on moonless night

held tight for breathless moment

released for want of air

Your lips

parted in mute dismay

Your eyes

pleading absolution

Your hands

a lingering ache

wrenched timeless from my own


I withered impotent

as the swarm swept you away

mired in sand I watched

a rising star

caught in neon glare

swept to hungry sea

devoured by frenzied feeders

a feeble wave

an awkward blown kiss

tearful tokens

lingering traces

of the girl next door


Keyword: Swarm


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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