Look beyond the matted hide silent & still slippery & warm it lays gone. The bones gleam Pristine white. There is no more fight. But what remains? A luxuriously soft weight see how its essence still pulsates…
i know that look! i know every word that is unspoken, that lies within that look. [why do so many share the same?] that little jump, that little crinkled brow, the little voice that inside echoes: ‘why are you this way?’ i know those words! i see every word before it is spoken, it lies within your mind and spills forth from confidence assured, [why do so many share the same?] that little quirky smile, that little tingling fear, the casual-sounding voice stammers: “you’re not like the others”
i know that very thought! i hear it before it is even formed, it lies within your questioning soul and struggles to come forth, [why do so many share the same?] that little contemplation, that little preoccupation, the little wonder that catches you by surprise: “why do you not belong?”
yes but none ever voice nor think nor see… that i cannot help, but be me.
Wrote this one, after falling asleep with my blinds open, and waking in unmistakable fear with the moon shining full on my face. Was that the cause really? The confused mass of images, an overall sense of suffocation and dread, the pervasive white sheen to the images seen seemed pretty convincing then. My creative concern remains about rhyming structure not stunting a poem’s flow.
From my bedroom window pane spied I something that kept me from sleeping sane:
waxed and waned before my eyes silver dollar gleaming in the sky
sparkled strangely twice than thrice slanted grain of bitter rice would lunacy’s luridness entice?
milky blinded wandering eye with pallid brightness slowly did it cry shimmering sickle, heavy eyes did pry sobered dreams calmly defied
relentless rhyme upon my pen sightless goddess do not seek me again
following with her unblinking gaze tempting weakened minds with searing craze
do not stalk with me with your lantern white I plead of slumber hold me tight
twinkle twinkle fickle moon let me be Madame La Lune.