Gosh! these poetry contests ...I'm moon struck...the image challenge, then yesterday's poem... and now again it seems the sly slice of moon creeps into my write!
A Moon Ago
So cold...your lovely silver stripes
My verandah's zebra grows wild...
Comely ...hesitant...watchful.
If I have you stuck like a tattered post-it
In the back door of my mind
Cooling your heels in my freezer
This wild night of frozen stars
Thaws your rarest memoirs
From afar..
And the moon sly crescent eye
Winks me another glimmer of madness
Insolvent
So we roam again
Those of us with restless hearts
And shorn wings
We roam again tonight
borne upon angels
with cloven hooves.
The moon visits my loneliest verandah
Showering music... lyrical melodies
But you're light years away
Just looking at it....
Memories glazed...in the refinery of
sophistication
With a frosty sadness...
My moon is a tender beacon
Bright and hopeful debutante
Night falls asleep
In the hallway.
The dance floor was empty
Or the dance
Never happened.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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