REVISIONS…WHY? DO THEM AS SEPARATE POEMS AS VARIATIONS ON A THEME—THEN…CAN WE VOTE? 😀
I am dream-bound
to the weeping mother
of an ocean shore,
my shadow is darker
than the prose tree
of mind and desire
a prospect of inner lunacy
and death;
the clam’s mouth is lighter
between the sun,
into the silence of blue willows
to the inmost bones of creation
alone
brimming in the mystic moonlight
for I not only desire
the trance of memory…
a mouth,
& the shoots of winter,
shapes the shore in which I’ve lost
where I shall be free in the dark;
adrift, perhaps artless,
the dark is rayed in ashes
to the child of memory
alas, not a dream,
as it bestows itself
to the eyes of… God.
Written in response to the Go Dog Go Cafe’s prompt: Write something around the words “mystic moonlight”.
This is a piece that I will most likely revise at a future date. I hope you enjoyed…
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