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I Sat Upon the Moonlit Night
i slept upon the moonlit night
i sat at where the shadows warm
the darkness felt the coldness numb
and fell upon my wounded arm
i sat upon the windows sky
i ate the anger from my tears
and years of love informed my cry
and hate the burning stench of years
i bathed in starry'd blues beheld
i raped the smiles of looming builds
the ache of art had smoothed the blade
that smelled of carcass rot decayed
i weeped in slowly salty breath
the looming towered arrow flies
and knowing love consumed by death
gives sound to trumpet blooming dies
i sat upon the death of night
as one sits lonely on a throne
to ponder living conscience what
the rosy thorn hath always known
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I hereby render unto you the Dayly Poet of the Day Award for this here TPMCafe site, given to all of you from all of me.
This is a very fine poem. I can see why you describe yourself as an author.
May 24, 2009 10:57 AM | Reply | Permalink
Agreed, Dick. The first lines of every verse really struck me.
"i weeped in slowly salty breath"
Wonderful.
May 24, 2009 11:05 AM | Reply | Permalink
life is short, art is longing.
I love your poem.
May 24, 2009 5:29 PM | Reply | Permalink