Memories of twilight...
That never were conceived.
Amidst narcotic caresses,
Lending others to believe.
Bodies dancing under the starlight,
Wraiths court the angels of the moon.
Turning, twisting, colliding, spurning,
Keeping steps to an unearthly tune.
Fleeting glances in a corner eye,
Materializing with a gaze.
Embracing, taunting, as darkness reigns,
Dancing out the light of days.
Author notes
evensong - twilight
In a list
- A. Writes that make me think I may actually have a little poet in me • next in list
- C. Lyrics (which I suck at writing) • next in list
A contest entry
- Invite Only Round One by Kari.
475 points, ended May 7, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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narcotic caresses?
Ok aside from not knowing what that means, I rather like this piece, particularly the 2nd stanza, which reminds me of a childhood memory: The sunlight shining through a window making the dust particles floating in the air look like little sparkles and me dancing and spinning in circles in the middle of it. OK nothing to do with twilight, but that's what it reminds me of
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See, if I lived on the marsh, I'd see these kinds of things, too. Little creepy, in that cool sort of way. What the heck are narcotic caresses?
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This ate my first comment SO I'll redo it and hope it goes through...I love this one of my favorite ones you've ever done and SHOULD be in a contest
AmunKama
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Aw, gawrsh
thanks. I wrote it last night after my brother-in-law asked me to write some lyrics for his band. Wrote the other one, too, and have a third, but I can't think of one line to complete it, so it's going to be sitting there.
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Ms Barbara, you are a poet's poet. And me too. I'm a fan with an addiction. Thank you
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Thank you kind Sir Wattle
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