...this poem is whatever you want it to be, however it might speak to the "roadrunner in your skull of manholes and rain."
tears cloak and cloud the view of sorrow...
there in the mist, wet and heavy
like the moss of southern trees,
with a loveliness that covers secrets and decay,
this hunger as plaintive as a motherless child;
this sorrow as poignant as the leaving mother.
my mind is too cluttered
with crooked roads converging today
flying down the highway
like a roadrunner in a skull of manholes and rain,
squawking and running without a plan or destination,
stopping to cry out the hearts universal howl,
barking at the moon....but the moon barks back.
and I run to cover my nakedness
because I see the stars lying on my breasts
because I see the coming sun glowing
between my legs
like a fiery ember about to give birth again.
I have pushed my way thru the
heart of dung and debris
to become the flower of a brave, crusading stem;
coming into my own heat for life
unearthing with muted hands the wholeness
of man's passions and his dreams........
and I have let go in surrender to the night
to lose myself in moss and moon, hunger and sorrow....
where the tears bleed from the wounds
of old dark trees
and the moonlight fools us
into believing her mist pictures of loveliness
are all there is,
while she lies like a blanket
covering the nude darkness
of her sacred, shadowed self
that awaits the brave in us.
Beautiful. I really like the title, Of Moss & Moon. Those are both really subtle things to me, and your poem continues with that subtle beauty. I absolutely love this piece!
it is original and fresh despite the theme being universal. i like "loveliness that covers secrets and decay"...it goes beyond what mere words can express.
ur freshness you bring to this write,,ur creative flow is a turn n to the inner eyes,
the exoticness's in sadness,,u have me feeling well compose bravo..wizthom
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