Infinite Darkness of the Soul

The ever expanding works of Elizabeth Anne Easter. Poetry and musings of the stark reality of life.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Update - New Blog Home

I decided to copy the blog over to my own domain. All of the posts found here up until now have been copied over, and posts from now on will most likely be on the new location only. I am very happy with this change, because I believe that the WordPress tools, and the flexibility of using our own server, will really improve this endeavor.

Please visit the new home of Infinite Darkness of the Soul.


Poem - Quiet Fervor

Once we embraced in the dewy grass,
underneath the pitch of night
Admiring the diamonds
that danced in the Heavens
While the world rested as a languid cat
on the backs of heros and giants.

Our silence spoke volumes,
telling secrets of our histories to the Lord of the Wind.

Originally written in March 2006.

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Friday, April 07, 2006

Update - Blog Downtime

I apologize for the lack of new poems or posts, but I have had some personal issues, as well as a death in the family. Needless to say, I am having a bad month. Regardless of personal issues, I will be posting some new stuff very shortly. I must admit that right now my new 'poems' are merely fragments. I have been unable to write a full construct, as it were. I have decided to post some of these anyway, so bear in mind they may reappear later on in full, and edited form.

Thank you for your patience.


Thursday, March 09, 2006

Poem - Secrets Among Willows

The old house seems to shrink away
    from the great willows enshrouding it.
Glorious trees, so full and imposing
With branches entwined,
    an army of Mother Nature.
Aged beings, shading the ground
    from the fierce and angry Sun.
In the cool silent evening, the willows
    whisper to one another
Sharing quiet secrets among them.

Originally written in March 2006.

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Saturday, March 04, 2006

Poem - Gone

The clock hangs against the
    stark white wall
    the works long broken,
    no ticking is heard.
Tiles as cold as steel in Winter,
    line the long corridors -
    they make a satisfying clicking
    as hard-sole shoes beat down.

Cries, screams, sobs and laughter
    echo throughout.
Forgotten souls lost in time
    and space
             without family
                friends or hope.
No one listens, no one understands.

Medicated and fumbling with words,
    movement and wakefulness.
Drowning in loneliness and barely aware
    of the world beyond the filthy,
    barred windows.
        and falling

Originally written in February 2006

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