the searching of the starlingsA Poem by AnonHimMoose1 Softly trembling -like the
blood on the warm lips That tastes still of the last
kiss The lovers sealed on their
adieu, which drips Benumb with peace their
hurled abyss- The garland of the dusk on
leaves ink'd, sips The starlings circumventing
hiss That swoops its darkening
gloss on the trees With blank flames enamelling
the breeze.
2 The sky does wear its bridal
veil: the blue The day displayed for its
attire Unfurls its curls on puffs
the plumed whirls drew, Till in a soft,
swings-cuddled spire, The feathered dives the
deafened winds subdue, And on the trees'
earth-spawning lyre The gleaning coals of
fainting arcs are wedded With peals that shreds of
clouds have ebbed
3 Now, cold: the city's night
is cloaked with cold, As from the starlings in the
branches Come no sparks to enshrine
the stars with gold. And when an overwhelmed leaf
launches The end of the extremes the
perch'd frames hold, With hunched, stoat-like
twitches, it blushes The throes on caskets'
pillows pluck to meet No rebirth from their
defeat.
4 But the roots that deeply
thrust imagination Below the hush of solid
night, That fork within the husk of
burying vision The sap entwined in rainbow
light, Through the ground restrained
by its dead portion Sprouts with the shafts of
the dawn's flight: For the molten dross that spawn
t' eternity Auguries of serenity.
5 Thus, for the sight that
stretches up to trample Spleen into glean, the
starlings' wings Unlime their quills from the
night-wearied mantle, And, on skeins of radiant
springs, The crystal of colliding
flints they dapple Syphoning th'obscuring rings Trough valleys where is girt
the flowing hymn That heaved the boughs above
their rim. © 2022 AnonHimMoose |
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Added on June 28, 2022 Last Updated on June 28, 2022 AuthorAnonHimMooseprague, Czech RepublicAbouti once believed in stories_stories are what we are made of and it is in stories that we constantly seek to make ourselves a present to be given to others_but i have lost faith in how i can be represen.. more..Writing
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