The moon waxes and wanes,
in afterthoughts of the
bitter-sweet variety.
My wanderings have
brought me closer to
an undistinguished end,
and yet still I cling
to the filaments of
monopolised undertakings.
Moonlight fill my spirit,
build it up in a voodoo
pyre to burn and jest,
as if the last laugh were
worthy of redemption.
Play away, subtle light,
fix your steely gaze upon
this unctuous beggar
and cast a shadow long
unto his craven grave,
where silver shafts do
shape his own betrayal.
I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at most online book sellers.
Great imagery!
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Thanks, Chelsea! I was going for a ‘Poe’ vibe 🙂
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Ah. A bit cheery for Poe. 😉
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Wow Steve. This is great, I love the bittersweet imagery you set in my mind.
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Thanks, Tara. My life is a bittersweet merry-go-round. 🙂
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I here you there…
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Thoughts and reflection flows better when the moon is out..
Awesomely penned…
I miss keeping up with your poems…
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Hi, Follypen, long time no hear! Thanks—glad you like that one, I’ve missed your comments 🙂
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