classify under Dark Poetry
the years how they wither and curl
unto shapeless remnants upon the hearth
cold grave images disintegrate as they distort
symbolic words write themselves into pictures on your lips
stretching out the light from dark to infinite
dark is the sea that beats it's unutterable tide against
this flimsy, transient shore
where creatures try their tender blades of emerald wings
like prayers to be praised
or a chalice raised
to the ruby Sun
or the Moon a pearl
set in the brooding whirl of Night
bleeding but soft, droplets of light
the years how they wither and curl~
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 12:53
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Night's Blood
the years how they wither and curl
unto shapeless remnants upon the hearth
cold grave images disintegrate as they distort
symbolic words write themselves into pictures on your lips
stretching out the light from dark to infinite
dark is the sea that beats it's unutterable tide against
this flimsy, transient shore
where creatures try their tender blades of emerald wings
like prayers to be praised
or a chalice raised
to the ruby Sun
or the Moon a pearl
set in the brooding whirl of Night
bleeding but soft, droplets of light
the years how they wither and curl~
Poetry by jesse
Read 639 times
Written on 2007-02-26 at 12:53
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