The Wild Winter's Beam

Delving deep, knees week, I cannot stand!
The fizzy bubbles of my butterflying core
bring excitement, to my trembling hand.

Descriptive, my narrative seems bleak
as within my blurred vision, my eyes doth weep.

Looking past those welling tears
into the stony clefts, and snowy peaks
of a distant slumbering sleep,
awaiting my eye’s to adjust, to see,
forever winter’s keep.

A land itself seasoned, adjusting
to the ties, of a seasonal stand.

Amorous in theme, lost in the mind
of a hopeless…dream.

Valleys so staunch, and timbers of green,
the pine and the spruce—allied
to the wild winter’s beam.

Between patches of white, beyond touch of civilized man
lies this evergreen forest, in the crag, of a mountainous scene.

Stony columns, and clouded sky—ascend
accentuated by azure, stretched out over land

It is by the hand, of a poetic dream,
that this story finds grace,
and allies itself…
to the wild winter’s beam.

The Wild Winter's Beam

Gary Oram, Jr.

Dillon, United States

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This is a poem I have included in my novel, “Janey Sledge, Stones of Fire”

I have a message I want to tell. I did it through fiction. I want people to know the thought processes of a person on amphetamines. I want people who use Meth to understand what they are ingesting. I want people to know that the hallucinations a schizpphrenic sees and hears are no different from what the prophets of the Holy Bible saw and heard. Janey Sledge contains a message for the drug addict, the pagan, the atheist, and the religious devotee.

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