Iris Of Midnight

An inverted moon decays as it sways
Like the green gleaming iris of midnight owls of prey
It's over for now, but isn't always
In between dreaming time is a blacklight so to say

In the blue haze of digital cities cyclops play at dominos
Post patterns phase in and out propping up the stops
Locked in these days improbable edicts countering what, who knows ?
Lost mirrors maze all about dropping down the tops

Iris of midnight, owls of prey
Time is a blacklight, so to say



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-13 at 20:46

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Hans Bump
Very nice crafting of words and phrases that send to create a tone that is abstract and meaningful at the same time. Applauded
2021-08-14