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BLUE MOON
I saw it when I left ...
the patio was slippery and wet
the shrubs untidy ... overgrown;
the flight
of stairs clattered my cold
and quick footsteps;
clattered the darkness of the night;
clattered my freezing heartbeat
trembling in the Hand
clasping
my tortured breast
where is the light?
what happened to the midnight strolls
the whispers in nocturnal bliss
the safe togetherness
the dreamless rest?
why this tormenting
final stray ...
these shiverings
of sleepless mist?
this moon away
of our moonlit bay?
Well writtten and beautifully expressed!
Thanks for sharing this one.
Ali
I enjoyed this one as usual!
You really have a great style.
Ali
Good poem :*) .
why this tormenting
final stray ...
these shiverings
of sleepless mist?
That line was great. Cheers
Ozjan
This was a very melancholy view of a "dream turned nightmare" scenario. I like your work and will be back to read again. Thank you for posting. It was a treat.
Regards,
Jessica
Such Lovely Melancholy - Ezra Pound would have love this poem As a matter of fact; It reminds me of one of his and also one of my favorites. The Jewel Stairs' Grievance by: Ezra Pound The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew, It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings, And I let down the crystal curtain And watch the moon through the clear autumn.
Dear Myra Sometimes we have everything - and when we turn and look back - it was just a mirage… Such a sad poem, so well written in the ink of pure emotions. Regards Donkerman