And the Moon Was the Color of a Wine Stain

 

A fragile moon rejects the night

Words retreat like fallen soldiers

Stillness impels the stale air

Silhouettes the soul against the heart

 

And the moon was the color of a wine stain

Red of the sky tinges the blue

The Earth, the heat, and the burning sorrow,

Incessant ramblings like nails on chalkboard

 

I feel myself silently awakened

By thin dreams and whiskey filled illusions

Punch-drunk and thoroughly befuddled

As is the way I approach each day

 

My own shadow becomes a stranger

The smell of past transgressions

Lingers in the air, as the morning

Is stirred from its slumber

 

And we both stumble, the moon and I

To a bright apex

Until again retreating, and hiding from

The night

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

This stirs so much inside me.. It's like walking in the grey area between the light and dark of life.. The moon feeds us the energy and yet somehow this person feels forgotten..shielded...
I love the "silently awakened" with the help of thin dreams and whiskey..dropping all inhibitions of self.. Leaving it wide open to stumble forward with the moon still... both hiding from the night...hmmm.. I think I like this..allot;) xx Going through life with a shadow stranger ...walking the walk and waiting for that something that will take you away...xx

[Kat Collins]

Stunning! I found myself lost in the words and images you provoked. You say you are "new" to poetry, but I find your words full of "old wisdom" and power.

[writing mojo]

Now that is a night not many could fathom only in the night phantoms of passing on..amazing stuff

[Kenneth The Poet]

Deep work. And I mean that.

[Rene Velez]

Amazing imagery and depth, I so am a night child, but not the drinker lol, great poem, intense...

[Complex Disaster]

Reflects the depths of a binge to me, nice use of "befuddled" as well. Great write

[Sunni Davis]

Very well written, great images and nice flow. I enjoyed reading this.

[frozensakura]

wonderful write, i really enjoyed reading this

[Chris]

Potent stuff - life's allusions recalled.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most sultry prose, that has mystical and prevaliant tones. It speaks to me of faith of years past, well done, good read.