Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Friday, May 09, 2008
moon faithfully fantasizes---Writers Island
was it but a year ago, the moon shining bright,
(etched in my mind, so well);
I strolled with my loved one in the orange light,
our voices intermingling like twinkling bells
suddenly the moon grew dull-
my love seemed to have sprouted wings;
he appeared a face of a smirking skull
what I felt in my heart was a ghastly thing.
fantasy was it? for my love lay still
within my arms, his eyes aglow;
wondering why my lips were chilled.
silently I pulled him closer, kissing him so.
one year gone, the moon is still bright.
too bright, like a ghost of woe;
I am standing by a newly dug grave tonight
with a wrecked heart, it's bizarre you know.
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Writers Island
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14 comments:
Definitely bizarre! How'd you come up with this so fast?
Chilling !!! And creepy !!
And hopefully will stay a fantasy !
This gave me shivers down my spine.
Oh, yes! I like horror, too.
It is funny that I understand this only too well.
Kind of like rain falling on a winters day......
I actually dwell in it as well.
wow! that was definitly .... chilling... bizzare.. and so different :)
good one!!
Poe-esque.
Creepy, almost like a nightmare come true...
Totally love it :D
Definitely not a bedtime story!
newly dug grave..was it meant to be figurative? ...
Yikes!
Well done . . . . and yet, so eerie!
Wonderful! Very creepy, I love it!
The floorboards in my hallway keep creaking. I am reading this at night. Aaaaahhh. You have a gift for the spooky stuff!
Quite creepy but I'd like to dwell more on the affecting underlying hints of pain concealed between the eerie lines.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
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