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

HIGHLIGHTS OF THE YEARS

These four poem selections are the highest viewed on my blog.
Which is your favorite ? Click on the title and ENJOY.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. 
                           Khalil Gibran


Attracted to Royal Nectar

Rain On a Funeral Day

Countess and Her Whip

My Heart Swells

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.”
                                       Saul Bellow
Thank you readers for many successful years of blog sharing. Tracy Kuhn Greenlee

AWE ENCOMPASSING

Awe Encompassing

My mango sunrise,

a mantra of warmth

leaves striations of

wisdom through the

window of my heart.

Your divinity fades into

the past calamity,

waxing with the sun.

My knees find

the scrape of concrete,

my breath-- the need to breathe.

My heart, the force of light,

lost to the depth of the ocean,

my faith is the now waning as

the questions fall over me.

Embracing the fallen mortar,

mending  the mortal cracks--

my humble prayers

drive

my hands to form a finger sail--

a steeple upon my chest.

Visions

pulsing with

oracles wind, acumen

parts the sternum of my breath,

ribs traverse my erect posture,   

binding the cross of my path.

I am blessed by you;

I give you my happiness,

for I am the endless one

enlightening the

morning’s humbleness.

My wings have taken new flight,

mothering the feathers

of transformation,

inspired sublimity and awe

find the shores of faith,

and land of divinity.

TJKG
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