Show TimeA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonEnough
with going through the motions. Pile sticks on top of sticks with the morning paper. Light the kindling to my finite ego. I need to unfurl, burn the skirts and boats. I held my safety tight in a pillowed cabin with my cushioned heart's wide berth. I was a ghost traveling Titan's seas without paying proper passage, my trunk full of empty promising doubt. I was furnishing my state room with mirrored cardboard cut out fiends, wandering the decks, hoping for nothing but starry skies to gaze at from a slippery, swabbed deck. I was captain and first mate drawing my own muted portrait, my jewels buried under oceans in safe blue casings, an illuminated sea creature's raiment. Sing me to sleep now Erato, on my own fated ship. To hell with the dressing table, the all you can eat buffet- I'll be doing the singing and dancing. Off with the livery. Full sail ahead. I'll ride naked in the halls of Helios. It's all hands on the bloody deck tonight. © 2014 Kristina MoulaisonFeatured Review
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Added on March 21, 2014Last Updated on April 7, 2014 AuthorKristina MoulaisonBellingham, WAAboutI write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..Writing
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