moonlight
whispers to the
night, "I disappear. Come,
hold my hand, bring not cold, but
comfort."
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moonlight
whispers to the
night, "I disappear. Come,
hold my hand, bring not cold, but
comfort."
comfort
in the silken
links that brush both our rude
whispers and our murmuring doused
sixth sense
sixth sense;
a leaf curling
in the presence of death.
A touch of breath in the darkness,
warming.
warming
to the gentle
touch of lapping years, gone,
with a diminishing sleight of
kind hand
kind hand
staunch the wounds
caused by mere daily life;
the act of rising alone brings
forth tears
forth tears
springing on her
face when she heard the news
the expected declaration of
her loss
her loss
with crazy eyes
stares at the floor. No more
singing, smiling, laughing, dancing:
empty
empty
your sorrows here
give it all your worries
this is no coward's heart, my dear,
It's me!
It's me
haunting your dreams
One day, we'll meet somewhere
and you'll know that it's me you can
picture.
picture
imprinted on
the wall of my heart shows
my beloved when I look down
at times!
at times
waxing gibbous,
she shouts with pregnant shine
Orion stands guard, awaits the
Sisters
Sisters
in Pleiades
contemplate the lucent
rationale of fleet feminine
matter
Exquisite!Quote:
Originally Posted by alakungfu
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matter
please forgive us
our wayward processes
we too are balanced on fragments
of light
Thank you fire-fangled
of light
I have no proof
only demonstration
of an intrinsic used nature
drawn wright
life sucks
I must confess
so if you agree too
join my life sucks compaign with me
so start
Cat
so start
inside the box
adding a master clue
logistical paradoxisms
in check
very beautifulQuote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
in check
a list of words,
spittle drawn in lucid
curves by a gentle tongue, poems un-
covered
covered
wagons, papered
shelves and scented drawers
what were once cliches, now rich stuffed
with thought
with thought
supper is planned
as an appetizer
for the filling stuff that follows
dessert
dessert
reminds me of
fluffy clouds of crushed ice
or radiant golden circles
just so
just so
you know this is
not a poem. No sir,
don't accuse me of such a crime
in rhyme.
in rhyme
I thought I heard
pigeons and the downspout
first one, then the other, cooing
in rain
in rain
hail,snow or storm
fidelity demands
us thorns to stand by the side of
roses
roses
token flowers
emblems of the worthy
velvet yield wildly substantial
for love
for love
I yield not my
heart's deepest murmurings
yet still I tread through white waters
for love
quite a beautiful meditation on faithfulness, mazHur...Quote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
for love
sweet desertion
of baseless commitments,
faceless assertions of stolen
live flames
Live flames
damage nothing
when lit in empty rooms;
mine’s cluttered, and arsonists live
next door.
Next door,
near the gum tree,
to the left of the boat,
sits a little boy, waiting to
play soon.
play soon
not soon enough
to ford the seven seas
capture crooks and gun-slingers
all told
all told
as they gathered
around their grandmother
how the fairies play in the woods
tonight
tonight
the dark spaces
lose their grip on the ghosts
the lighthouse beam reveals the webs
parting
parting,
your lips meet mine
on a lost highway, our
voltage high beams that shatter the
dark night
dark night,
shadows lurking
interrupting my dreams
the blankets do not veil my fear
from you
from you
I gather rain,
droplet cascade, a wall
imprinting memory in words
fallen
fallen,
a collision
with silence where even
echoes have vanished, hushed as lives
long lost
Long lost
my lonely soul
to the ends of world
it traveled in vain,
to ease my pain
to ease
my pain swallowed
whole a rock which lay there
choking my heart til it gave birth
to you
To you
that I give my heart
to remain forever
you will not find strangers because
its full of you
it's full
of you to me
the word for love, the clue
for eternity, the last hour
my own