Dark Poetry #3 |
The Moons Dagger |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The moons dagger, Swiftly catches the clouds tender eye, As breaths are held for one last moment. Caught in-between realism and obscurity, Beside the rivers channel of heartache, There stands innocence with a flag. Calm intrigue shields, Wait, surrenders fears, Only taught to imagine. Collective grounds are carried, With insight which weaves in, Out of each palm it touches. A circle full of trust, Contrary to the disguise of mischief, Rings are honored in salute. The night befalls gradually, As the sky widens hearts of blackness, The moon lays invincible for one last stare. His flag whistles with the wind, Clayed to his hand, Never, never letting go. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Wow, this is damn good. I loved it all! |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
Tomer~ You never fail to amaze me. The third stanza was my favorite, I'm going to print this out for future reading if you don't mind...beautiful piece. ~Lex |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
nice... "in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums" |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thank you all for the responses, always welcome..Lexy of course I don't mind, its an honor... Tomer |
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