Drawing Down The Hunger Moon

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Open Poetry #41

Drawing Down The Hunger Moon

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2007-12-26 12:05 PM

This time of year
I'm as wasted as a ray of sunshine
too early shattering morning
when all the world wants sleep.

I watch,
the peripatetic eyes of others' souls
wander aimlessly,
little lost puppies
more like food for the keep
than possible companions;
this time of year
nothing holds me dear.

It's moon's like this when I remember
the ease of running free,
cutting all the cloying threads
of faith's humanity,
when none could stand before me
when anger was set free;

this time of year,
it is easy to peel away
the buckled thin veneer
to see the underbelly of soft propriety
and sheer away,
a ricochet screaming out of sight;

last night,
the tremolo wail of a moonstruck coyote
drifted through the Winter crack
in the window by my head.

He said, "Come join me,
I am hunting
along the frozen river's bed
and I tire of being lonely in the night."

©2004, 2007(revised) by icebox
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney
Senior Member

since 1999-08-26

Posts 997
northern mountains, Idaho

1 posted 2007-12-26 12:13 PM

This is achingly beautiful. So lonely, that there should be a better word. The last two verses are amazing. I can hear that coyote.

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The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G.

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