like a bad rash the moth keeps coming back
As I said before...I wanted to give this more time...so much to see here...
As KA and others have said...one of the most impressive things about this one is that you wrote in such poetic sync, to the point that its hard for me to tell where one leaves off and the other came in...even as well as I feel like I know each of your work--yes..seemless melding of styles...and of course the imagery is just so vivid and well defined by a masterful employ of metaphor, personification, and using such descriptive and depictive vocab choices that you painted this haunting, surreal write for us like a versed vignette.
Its angsty, aching, melancholy, essence is done with a dramatic subtlety and draws the reader in with a heady mix of emotions and imagery.
I dreamed again
of moss covered stone
lying wait among twisted root
with knotty fingers curled through dirt
in gasp of breath
and tripping me
into unbroken flat faced fall
as fading tread of step appears
to echo in now sand filled ears
the crunch of spine, the wound of heart
from seasons last snapped apart
and with a fluttered stone scratched eye
the sight of you
with loam gouged hands
covering a smile
I know again
My heart you took so long ago
but chamber void still aches me so
the ground refused to swallow me
though each night it seems to be
that thoughts of you I thought long dead
dance as visions in my head
bury then this dream begun
that I might sleep at set of sun
and the moth did not miss the rhymes either
very very cool duet of the minds you guys....
I hope to see more of this from two of my fave poets..its a double delight