Sever the notion of light in the window
to dance as a beacon
of love finding home,
for this is the path
to forgetting the myth,
when soul settles in
for a long winters nap.
I am not one
to give up on my shadow,
and march like the ants
into darkness below me,
singing a chant
to bore even stone,
then crumble in sorrow
from dirges to shatter
in shriveled skin drooping,
to mute into Morlock
with time rotting passion,
and feed on my fault
in quaking rendition
of Eloi resolved
in a softer sin sinking, as terror in omission.
So send me a star
to find my position
in dance of my heaven to eastern contrition,
when morning is near
and my meadow is melting,
as brook flies my mind
to turn with a conscience
in white-water running
with contradiction to flow
in Sun song to follow.
Author notes
Morlocks were evil dark creatures in H. G. Wells "The Time Machine"...Eloi were sweet, non-attached human creatures kept for food...
A contest entry
- Door to ...? by RedAquarius.
525 points, ended March 7, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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Lovely poem, Rich...
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excellent!
You have created such imagery with your beautiful, insopiring words, my dear friend....The morning would not be complete without your feathers to find...
Lynda
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I liked it, parts of it felt kind of sing-songy (in a good way), good imagery and imagination. Good luck and thanks for entering the contest.
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