Poems about the Pit

[WilliamTaylor]

My night sky felt antique,
the dome of a church
daytime thoughts are full of sins
and the action was blacked out,
sinners sleeping soundly now,
not punished, out of remorse ...
Sparkling full moon, I
Imagine you are out there
Your new hatred
to the dead stars
a long time ago
and still shining in vain.
Smoke rising
from innumerable suburban chimneys
like snoring or snake.
Going out the window,
I do what the poet unfortunately
always do. I mope and write
about the moon.

[M Kirkpatrick]

My night sky felt antique,
the dome of a church
daytime thoughts are full of sins
and the action was blacked out,
sinners sleeping soundly now,
not punished, out of remorse ...
Sparkling full moon, I
Imagine you are out there
Your new hatred
to the dead stars
a long time ago
and still shining in vain.
Smoke rising
from innumerable suburban chimneys
like snoring or snake.
Going out the window,
I do what the poet unfortunately
always do. I mope and write
about the moon.

Thanks for the poem,and welcome to the forum William Taylor, I have also written poems regarding sin that word to me spells out Spirit-Is Negated=SIN.
warmest regards Michael.