Wisdom walked through
endless shadows
plucking virtue from
the vineyards that remained
Dancing beguiled,
tripping over lantern’s light
searching for every
surprise in your attempts to stun the moon
Serendipity scowls,
for the lineament is under contempt, in which spasmodic corridors direct forlorn
heartbeats.
Despair follows.
Huntress, oh you and
your dart, crouching still within that bush, stirring deceptive javelins from a
hibernation desperate for a deep sleep, drawing thus the ire of it’s fight
Pain, perfunctory, resolute
really like the stanza on the huntress crouched and waiting...i think we all live with that around any corner...it waits....
ReplyDeleteA poem filled with intensity and feeling, Fred. I hope the pain and despair are fleeting.
ReplyDeleteLike the serendipity scowls the best, great collaboration of words. As was all the rest, as you sure put your weave of words to the test.
ReplyDeletespasmodic corridors directing forlorn heartbeats...dang...tight imagery in this fred..
ReplyDeleteFred you jam packed this with images that are turning over in my mind!!!
ReplyDeleteWisdom walking through shadows what must that look like.
tripping over lantern's light - this I can feel
stunning the moon - with a gun or with a kiss?(loved that!!)
Really liked how you gave voice and action to each one. And the ending perfectly captured the title and vice versa.
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