I charter the midnight eloquence
with my lunar lead half mast,
through the salt and pepper
dust obscuring my old path.
Careening pinot noir stained
skies, like Poseidon they are
mine to stride, jaundiced trees
glow in the stellar bright, beacons
to guide my wayward hike,
Inhaling conscious minds, betiding
them with waves of dreams, dissuading
midnight stroves and rides; imbuing
thought through tides of sleep.
like a truffle on the edge of humanity,
always have I stood in wait, to veil
obsidian blankets and prolong the Gods
cycle of night and day.
A contest entry
- *8 poets *8 trophies by AngelBellerose.
700 points, ended September 28, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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very cool dark and clever much enjoyed it
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Thank you for the read. Im glad you found it appealing.
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as i inhale the conscious mind
to stimulate the dreams to find
like a beacon of hope sends light
for my wayward soul well penned
I love the way you took this prompt
and penned the spirit known
thank you for penning for me Hugs Angel♥
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Thank you for creating the interesting pic/prompt. I'm glad to have entered
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I love your language! Great work, good luck!
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Thank you for the read, I'm glad you found something of it to your liking
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