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I am the chill of premonition in the weak light of the
morning, when content and context have no meaning or relation, to the tumbling
thoughts relevant to the day that is passing in front of your open eyes as you
stall, hover, unable to induce motion into your limbs that heed vibrations your
waking being, cannot perceive.
I am the forgotten moon that rises late afternoon while you
are rushing through a To Do list that will in no way comfort the lonely hours of the night, when images tear you from a restless sleep with skeletons rattling
through the stillness of the shadows,
I am the Cheshire Cat that feeds mischief into your heart and
into your head, that lets out the frivolous teen you keep carefully controlled
and in line lest you be thought of as a child, and I lead you to indulgences
which will curl up your lips when you’re resting in the shade of the oak tree,
the one you once protected, which now protects you, in turn.
And I am the howling wolf, the centre of every urban legend,
of lovers and serial killers, of madness and sanity. To broken hearts and
soaring dreams I speak with words no-one can hear, but feel the ripple of
anticipation when a blessing I bestow on you, so too the shiver of a warning
when your intentions do not align, fore I am the silver sheet of protection
that dusts every sleeping soul I see.
I am,
mOOn
enchantingly mesmerising!
ReplyDeleteLovely writing about the moon ~ great metaphors ~ thanks for visiting and commenting!
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artmusedog and carol
Nice. I like how you use abstract forms to define yourself - and inbue a lot of wisdom as well. Particularly around that to do list not bringing comfort. The wolf od urban legend as well is a nice touch. I like how while these are separate they are tied together.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Love the line about the howling wolf!
ReplyDeletePowerful lines here:
ReplyDeleteI am the Cheshire Cat that feeds mischief into your heart and into your head, that lets out the frivolous teen you keep carefully controlled and in line lest you be thought of as a child, and I lead you to indulgences which will curl up your lips when you’re resting in the shade of the oak tree, the one you once protected, which now protects you, in turn.
I can picture myself being followed and haunted by Cheshire Cat.
I hope he doesn't hypnotize me and makes me do bad things.
Brilliant! poem and such a visual piece. :)
P.S I got a new poem...stop by and check it out.:)
I would like to think I'm mischievous...so, I could be the Cheshire Cat. I never outgrew that aspect of my persona.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, you can really conjure a picture with words. How do you do that so flawlessly?
The moon was so large the other day, I felt as if it would swallow me whole.
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Interesting, detailed description, Shadow. I am, moon. You captured the essence well. I shall try not to ignore the moons presence in my minds eye tonight, even if I cannot see it.
ReplyDeleteHave a pleasant holiday weekend.
I am night. I wait to sneak in on you and cheer you on in folly and foolishness. Mercy no longer flows through my veins as I am drained by the violence spattered on my waistcoat. I am night and my voice is the howling herd off in the distance of them who take their pray in darkness.
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