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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

RIPPLING MOONBEAMS on 23




Rippling Moonbeams on 23

In the still of the night
when only the moon 
feels the wind whispering,
and ancient Hades sleeps,
I think of you.

In the still of the night
when tears are raindrops
of forgotten love,
falling down cherubs'
corroding cheeks;
silence shivers in
a blanket of dark, 
Eris soft memories,
leaves return by curling in.
Tree trunks reach and  
rub together,
sending screams out
to the still of the night;
I think of you and lay to rest
my core to the root
of our earth.

In the strike of the night,
I call upon the 
resurrection of the sun
at 5 a.m.,
the hue of blood rises, 
a red river of temperance
folds her arms across
my prostrate back,
purifies me,
and anoints the break of day.
TJKG

5 comments:

  1. nice..i really like that last stanza...the dramatic scratch of the match and bringing of the light...that whole stanza really...

    caught you at dverse...smiles.

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  2. stunning! I like the visuals you paint, particularly in you description of the sun's rising.

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  3. Beautifully written, the imagery is amazing.

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  4. Absolutely exquisite! I loved this and could very easily picture this. Excellent.

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  5. Lovely poem! And thanks very much for your fun contribution to this week's Limerick-Off. I hope you'll be a frequent participant. (I post a new Limerick-Off contest every Sunday, and it runs all week. )

    Thanks again!

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