Life Personifying
By lupus tenebrae
The solstice in the window
was invisible
again;
the grass was always greener,
yet the leaves had come
to end.
The water came to flowing
in a sedentary way,
pausing for the silences
of just another day.
The moon
had found a rhythm,
and it’s something of a dance;
in cycles
of a ballroom
when the music’s just a trance.
The pavement
wrote a memoir,
when the dust had signed its name,
and other
than the quiet,
it was more or less, the same.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Saturday, December 8, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
After A Fox in Mere Embers, I'm just waiting to be replenished, so expect some filler.Comments on "Life Personifying"
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On Monday, December 10, 2012, Devilish
(2657) wrote:
Is there anything you can't do when it comes to writing? You never fail the reader. You are a hidden gem. You should be in books and fucking galleries .. unbelievable talent sir.
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A former member wrote:
Dance...Victory...Memory...Warmth...Dance. I love the poem. Haha TRUST me it's hard to read some of these. Lucid and clever...I bet your in your late 20's. Just a guess :)