knight errant
By FadedBlues
how far, those stars
that twinkle, shameless, in the grasp
of the mighty midnight sky
how small I am,
reaching with ardent arms
toward that enchanted enigma
to harness one star, perhaps two,
in all that desperate multitude.
yet I embrace only
a rusted knight’s lonely wish…
all that desperate multitude
blinking, winking
like a painted meretrix
to attract a knight, or a dragon
emperor, or a knave;
who would settle, in their isolation,
for a minstrel. or an ogre
two stars, who hear the distorted songs
of this blunted knight, weary of mundane wars,
fallen under the breathing fire
of marauding dragons.
eastern star, western star –
how distant, one from the other
and from me.
two stars that light my way
they direct the winds that strengthen me
their tears: amrita that sustains me –
belabored and broken
loveless and lonesome
KNight…
Comments on "knight errant"
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On Monday, November 25, 2013, TaintedButterfly
(670) wrote:
I love this piece, and is my fave thus far of yours. You captured me with the line, "how small I am, reaching with ardent arms." Great imagery throughout, wonderful prose, thank you.
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A former member wrote:
Ah this is lovely poetry, well done imagery as always my friend fresh and enchanting...well penned! thank you for sharing your thoughts, all the best...AD
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On Monday, November 11, 2013, FadedBlues
(2168) wrote:
Thanks for visiting. Don Quixote & I, always reaching for the unreachable...
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On Monday, November 11, 2013, blue angel
(877) wrote:
ruggedly raw and beautiful with such an enduring sentiment. Passionate piece, blues ;)~
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On Sunday, November 10, 2013, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Gotta make a choice or forever be blunted I'd guess - nobly professed FB, cheers!