we took a trip to the edge of understanding
in a bid to discover each other
and under the resplendent starry skies
tried to solve the eternal mystery
guided by the luminous moonbeams,
he was immersed in inhabiting my heart
in the enigmatic umbra,
I was lost in the maze of his mind.Sharing at dVerse OLN.
Sharing at dVerse OLN and moonwashed weekly challange.
“Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon.”
Jim Harrison
At night my terrors are watered by my tears
every passing second diminishing me
I know not what the dawn will bring
the fire that fed on the familiar wood
is now all but a mere shadow
along the bare willow boughs, wind sighs softly
am pared beyond recognition
my breath is slow tortured release
the fire-folk I relied upon for company
have all left. Leaving my slim sliver self shivering
I want to shine fiercely like a flame
does before being extinguished. The predawn black
promises the pinkest dawn in its wake
my destiny is to wane quietly.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Linda, says: So today I am sharing with you lines from eight different pieces in the book Songs of Unreason. The challenge is to pick one line and use it as an epigraph for a poem inspired by the line. You may write your poem in any form you wish.
After a day of fiercely staring at the earth
the sun tiredly sinks down the horizon
Luna yawns and fumbles to wakefulness
emerging from behind a curtain of wispy clouds
she gently shoos them away to reclaim her space
Rearranging the gown of darkness to amplify her glow
she calls to order the unruly glittering glowworms
As they fall in place, the orris orb owns the sky wholly again
Her limpid, luminous light shimmers with a gleam of platinum
Lying languidly on the inspired carpet of cobalt blue
deviating from the usual transcript, in keeping with her
magical, misty, moody and mercurial nature, the moon gets mischievous
sprinkling her fairy dust, calling young lovers nigh
She stretches delicately, extending fingers of moonbeams
her silver tendrils entwining their nubile souls
Satisfied with her successful shenanigans
she winks conspiratorially at her coruscating comrades
then retires gracefully to cede place to the sun.
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