jayrose
10-05-2006, 11:19 AM
Hello everyone. I'm new here, and looking through these pages, it seems there is a number of talented poets among you. I've been looking for a forum in which to share my poetry and read others, and it seems I have found the perfect place. I look forward to any feedback I receive, and have enjoyed reading the works I have found here.
Nightly the Cape bears all, and in beauty,
By the fingertips of the Moon’s bare hand
Does the coast, like teeth, begin to loosely
Slide from the great jaws of the shoreline’s sand;
Such light that shatters shamelessly: horrified,
That love of lost today did jealously
Swear off the sun; Diana glorified
By pitiful gazers lacking prelacy.
What lips, that drew their breath through August's cheek,
Can speak of awe without this summer wind
In lungs deflated? simply left them weak?
The sea decides when this night will begin,
Devours a great orange in hunger
And drops the strands that stuck between its teeth
To the surface, growing ever longer,
That lingers softly on the surface breach.
So as the sea has swallowed every lock
Of gold the sun has brandished all the day,
And revokes all the duties of the clock,
Oh, dear Apollo, waived his orb away,
Expels his burden; for those on the shore,
For the blessing of some nocturnal love,
As a most beloved ambassador
Who relinquishes his proud post above.
The hope of all the coast bends with the breeze,
Staggering across the jagged sea shelf,
Or letting pilfered hearts love with such ease
That each man unfurls fear within himself
Of August’s singing summer off to sleep:
Pray for its return, its unassured
As a baptism by salt and sea,
As thrice the births we have, in Love, procured.
By beauty and by flame, but crucially,
By Love, and by the light bent in your eyes,
Do Heaven, God, the Moon all mutually
Resign; the wind, the Sun that begs to rise
To kiss sweet August, gently on her brow,
Goodbye, and hope she may return again,
But I digress; my Love, I’ll wonder how
There’s Sun and Moon, there’s coast and beauty then,
When all light has extinguished, there is You.
Nightly the Cape bears all, and in beauty,
By the fingertips of the Moon’s bare hand
Does the coast, like teeth, begin to loosely
Slide from the great jaws of the shoreline’s sand;
Such light that shatters shamelessly: horrified,
That love of lost today did jealously
Swear off the sun; Diana glorified
By pitiful gazers lacking prelacy.
What lips, that drew their breath through August's cheek,
Can speak of awe without this summer wind
In lungs deflated? simply left them weak?
The sea decides when this night will begin,
Devours a great orange in hunger
And drops the strands that stuck between its teeth
To the surface, growing ever longer,
That lingers softly on the surface breach.
So as the sea has swallowed every lock
Of gold the sun has brandished all the day,
And revokes all the duties of the clock,
Oh, dear Apollo, waived his orb away,
Expels his burden; for those on the shore,
For the blessing of some nocturnal love,
As a most beloved ambassador
Who relinquishes his proud post above.
The hope of all the coast bends with the breeze,
Staggering across the jagged sea shelf,
Or letting pilfered hearts love with such ease
That each man unfurls fear within himself
Of August’s singing summer off to sleep:
Pray for its return, its unassured
As a baptism by salt and sea,
As thrice the births we have, in Love, procured.
By beauty and by flame, but crucially,
By Love, and by the light bent in your eyes,
Do Heaven, God, the Moon all mutually
Resign; the wind, the Sun that begs to rise
To kiss sweet August, gently on her brow,
Goodbye, and hope she may return again,
But I digress; my Love, I’ll wonder how
There’s Sun and Moon, there’s coast and beauty then,
When all light has extinguished, there is You.