Wavering upon the cleft of extremes,
having strolled ideology's rocky foundations
between midnight's crevices and Quixotic dreams.
Lycanthropy's valor, a transcendence reverie,
to purge the hope's waning gibbous spell
of lunar transformations in reality, kept stuffed in the pillow.
It is passion's subdued tapestry of nocturnal secret confessions,
stretched in silence across vacant wishful stares,
as the wasteland of aspirations
that mutated from innocence's paradisiacal visions
and into irony's labyrinth of iconoclast shadows.
How lofting is the trellis with fancy's gossamer latticework,
which holds the fruit of stars created as desire's constellation,
all stretching in the mind as a tightrope
connecting the throbbing seconds of purest ecstasy
with the afterglow in realized intimacy.
Always a resident on the fringes that comb the soul in questions,
by retrospection's moonbeam glow,
gazing into the milky morass of what might have been,
hoping the dawn will reveal a bridge yet seen.
A contest entry
- It Must be the Moon part III by JinSays.
1000 points, ended August 18, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Lycanthropy's valor, a transcendence reverie,
to purge the hope's waning gibbous spell
of lunar transformations in reality, kept stuffed in the pillow.
this contest brought alot of heavy hitters, and you're not exception. It's nice to see something a little different from everyone. This is hmmmm...what's the word?
Refreshing, unique, fresh?
Always a resident on the fringes. I feel just like that this A.M.
Thank you for entering, and best wishes to you,
jin
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Now, where did I put my dictionary?
Some big words here my brother What a great job you did on this one!! Has a very soothing effect to it, which I really needed tonight. Thanks.
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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This is nicely done. Lovely how metphor hold the moon above in beauty as stars have desire to connect in an intamacy. On the edges of the milkyway to become dawn as a bridge.
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