Why sending steel & not spill silver?
make good as once it was
Why your ruthless voice, dear moon?
I beg you mercy, pledge allegiance
please cease so silently defiant.
my moon, my moon
bringing breeze from sea
as scent of wood is wild tonight
please let me make my bed
on supple moss,
this night of tears & attar
this night of barefoot walks,
this night of bloom & bruises,
my moon & me
Today Paul wants us to write contrapuntal poetry tonight at dVerse. This is a poem that should be possible to read in three ways. Join us when you have managed it… quite tricky.