Sunday, June 17, 2012

Enrapt by Lunar Glow








Caress of onyx, stroking through a
rush of veins, swirling into fevered
roars—only to succumb to the inevitable
force of a cascade’s fate—o’er rocks and
crags of stone, uncircumcised wraiths, as
always, lie in wait, upon the shorelines,
where you’ll be—exhausted, spent, alone,
together, there we’ll be, enrapt and un-yet
soured, coasting still amidst the river’s might,
a tract of wet, we’ve claimed as our own, this
stretch of dusking light—caressed and bathed
by a kind-cruel moon, as darkness, yet more,
feeds it’s bride the evening shore

5 comments:

  1. I love the ebb and flow of your poem!

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  2. Oooh...this is very nice!

    You know, your blog is on my sidebar and it said you haven't posted in 4 weeks! I just thought you were taking a break so came over to check! And you've been posting all along! Sorry I missed your posts....another weird blogger glitch, I guess!

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  3. Great mixture of all the feels and sights of nature into a contrast of the deep. As the dark starts to creep.

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  4. lots of great action and movement in this as well as texture which gives it emotion as well..and def some shadow play...

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  5. Rather like a trance, darkness as a wisp and wave. This reads rather dreamlike.

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