of memory.

REVISIONS…WHY? DO THEM AS SEPARATE POEMS AS VARIATIONS ON A THEME—THEN…CAN WE VOTE? 😀

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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

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.

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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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