Steel Moon

To rise and shine
under a full steel
moon must be
Heaven on Earth
and be reason
enough for a
colypso dance on
the edge of a cliff
rock which overlooks
an icy sea.

We'll have a ball
while frosty grass
nips at our toes
and we'll twirl through
crisp wind with
a cool smile and
a sharp stare.

I swing on a
hinged fence
of a stone wall
and dream of
teal marzipan
and discount
corrupt hands.

Yet, the piercing
sound lingers
on the isolated front
and iceberg
blue dissonance imparts
its remarks.

But, I do not
believe or follow.
No, my mangy
and loyal
companions have
taught me well.
Elevational twists
no longer exist.

Although I've
no characterisics
of marketable taste,
I no longer hold melancholy
feelings of a temporary grace.
Such agonizing strains
have been replaced
with calming peace.

I'm inquisitive because
there's no such thing
as an ordinary scene
of a blue horizon
on a muted gray sky.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Inquisitiveness holds tremendous grace in the imparts of the mind. Bravo.................

[Cindy]

Yes, it does!! Thank you. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).......................

[FireDrinker]

Love, this. The structure, the imagery, All of it.

[Cindy]

Thanks very much. I truly appreciate the feedback. :)

[FireDrinker]

My pleasure.