of memory.


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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


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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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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