Rose of JerichoA Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
The night beckons with its rain-infused air,
each star a memory of a time before. Luna is penchant on the palanquin of night, as her luminescence drags the floor. I undress slowly and bare my soul as Luna walks barefoot with silken braid - a pearl in the sky, luminous and bright, with a velvet hem of dark brocade. In the shade of your palpable absence, the wounds are deep and desultory. I've swallowed the tears, the uncounted days; my lonely soul, lost, in purgatory. My broken quill quivered, its teardrops fell when no words would come for repeating, when the moonlight waned, dissolved into words that were lost within my own heart's beating. The sea wind rolls across a moonlit tongue; and emotions dangle from the shoreline's ear. Luna bares her breast, a looking glass, and the truth is made perfectly clear. Love is the ladder between heaven and earth. It is written above and then read below. It may weep in shadow but laughs in the light, the ever-enduring Rose of Jericho. * © 2008 Linda Marie Van TassellAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 14, 2008 AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..Writing
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