echoes that form escapes


 

 

the moon in my voice sounds crazy

and insatiable tonight

this luminous display imagined

of winds that autumn worshipped

in prayers and sufferings

groaning in the night

for all those that were never loved

ripened fruits that no one gathered

know the language of this lonely love

no change or magic

no detail

only narcotics sweet poison

they went dreaming

in never lived memories

along with the wind dying

as the dawn light stays faded

and they lay compelled

into long shadows that never perish

kneel again

hands bound to respire

knot by knot the ropes untie

already left to regret

their dark mysteries

of nocturnal wisps

spills on faded canvasses

stars glow undefined between willingness

and echoes that form escapes

 

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tallsquirrelgirl's picture

really like this one!

really like this one! especially "they went dreaming / in never lived memories"- keep writing!!


*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

ohmygatos01's picture

So much beauty in a dark

So much beauty in a dark struggle. Escape from pseudo escape. "Dreaming never lived memories" is such a clean illumination of the pull away from reality that our minds are so eager to follow, like a mirage filled with nostaligia. 

I love it.

SSmoothie's picture

Oh, devine!  Love the moon!

Oh, devine!  Love the moon! Hugss


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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Disabled All Friends and Follows

Need a long break, unpublishing all my poems (may leave a few-undecided). You rock~ Write On! - Stella

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