I used to truly enjoy the night
slip so happily between its sheets,
silence helping to calm
the brutal barbs of day whispers
wrapped around my mood
as thorns that kept me awake at night.
Once I knew a mystical stargazer,
she claimed she could read the eve’s twinkles,
but she took me on a trip guided by her visions
through maze and mine fields,
left to carry the shrapnel
while she trotted off to the mall,
comets were on sale,
a kind that streaked through her mind,
while she prayed to a rock
that she called, “The Great God Happy Stoney.”
Survived her dementia
though being alone ate at my soul with loneliness,
when another seer visited my life,
this one could read the moonbeams
by a song she claimed they sung,
one morning she would be so serene
said it was a lunar magic,
then the next would bring screams and biting,
telling me the werewolf in her head
was doing this for my salvation.
How I ended up bruised and bleeding,
all I ever wanted was someone to hold
who didn’t use their mental horoscope
for trying to make crazy.
Inside I still watch for an astronomer
able to fill my darkness with love’s real light,
not be sent into sorrow’s outer space
riding a cold asteroid in my heart
wondering if I’ll ever land where joy exists.
Author notes
2.) SAD = What's buggin ya? let me know.
A contest entry
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440 points, ended February 18, 17 entries
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Inside I still watch for an astronomer
able to fill my darkness with love’s real light,
not be sent into sorrow’s outer space
riding a cold asteroid in my heart
wondering if I’ll ever land where joy exists.
wow this is very good.good luck!
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You take the reader on a journey of hope, then crazy-sadness. A heartfelt, beautiful write. Sad, though.
Last stanza, L2 spelling "fill"
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a very wonderful poem good luck in the contest
maralisa
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Clever, creative write ...
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