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A poetry blog featuring works that will move you, entice you, and stimulate your creative fancy.
Blog Tags: poem - poetry - writing - writer - bard - life - poems
Blog Added: December 01, 2017 10:30:45 AM
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you do not watch the starshine

In youth, I was the giant Ymir. You split me open And scattered me across the sky, As Jupiter spread the ashes of Ganymede. Yet I did not stay long in your orbit, Preferring to become a star, Steadfast in the vastness of that cosmic dance between galaxies.   Now, You do not watch the … Continue reading you do not watch...

In youth, I was the giant Ymir.

You split me open

And scattered me across the sky,

As Jupiter spread the ashes of Ganymede.

Yet I did not stay long in your orbit,

Preferring to become a star,

Steadfast in the vastness of that cosmic dance between galaxies.

 

Now,

You do not watch the starshine

Against the backdrop of the petal-dark night;

You, too, found yourself under the guillotine’s cool blade,

And the river of time,

Flowing swift and red in the pale evening light,

Serves as a reminder

Of all that has yet to be lost.



Anatomy of a Flower

The (filament) of the lightbulb Glows blue; It is not (stigma) Which has forced her into the arms Of (an(o)ther).   The night is (petal)-dark.   She thrusts her (pistil) Against his (stamen), But steamy is not his (style); He wilts, She fades away, A phantasm of her former self.   Frost heralds the arrival … Continue reading Anatomy of...

The (filament) of the lightbulb

Glows blue;

It is not (stigma)

Which has forced her into the arms

Of (an(o)ther).

 

The night is (petal)-dark.

 

She thrusts her (pistil)

Against his (stamen),

But steamy is not his (style);

He wilts,

She fades away,

A phantasm of her former self.

 

Frost heralds the arrival of winter;

The anatomy of a (flower) is such that it stays

For but a summer.





Spared the Fire

    Spared the fire, drown’d in desire, Beholding the choir yet longing for a lyre, She stands in rapture upon the holiest of holy lands, And all at once she understands, Watching the angels dance in time with its ever-shifting sands, That both love and loss doth count the cost, But tis in love … Continue reading Spared the...

 

 

Spared the fire, drown’d in desire,

Beholding the choir yet longing for a lyre,

She stands in rapture upon the holiest of holy lands,

And all at once she understands,

Watching the angels dance in time with its ever-shifting sands,

That both love and loss doth count the cost,

But tis in love that least is lost.



Endings

Out upon the Sea of Fevered Dreams, On the border between peace and freedom, I dreamt that it was over; I awoke, And ‘twas ended.

Out upon the Sea of Fevered Dreams,

On the border between peace and freedom,

I dreamt that it was over;

I awoke,

And ‘twas ended.



where the waters run sweet and clear; that’s where the graves are

    I carried you past the borderlands, through the wastelands, towards the place where we buried our dead in times of old. Where the waters run sweet and clear; that’s where the graves are;  I drank deep and greedily from that chalice where the sky met the sea, the melodious sound of the shore … Continue reading where the waters run sweet and clear; that’s where the...

grave

 

 

I carried you past the borderlands, through the wastelands, towards the place where we buried our dead in times of old.

Where the waters run sweet and clear; that’s where the graves are;

 I drank deep and greedily from that chalice where the sky met the sea, the melodious sound of the shore pounding within my heart, the sharp salt tang of your blood on my hands diluted by the water of life which had sustained me for so long.

I carried you through the valley of the shadow, up the mountain against which all other mountains are measured, and I said my bitter goodbyes as I wept over your body, the tears flowing in rivulets down the mountain, through the valley, down to the graves.

Where the waters run raging and roaring against the shore, that is where I set you;

And I swear I could see the stars reflected in your eyes,

No matter the noonday light.



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