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Wrestling with Stars
By Tagen
so encloaked,
so enshrouded,
a mist covers the moon.
and I laugh,
​aloud,
​remembering a riddled tune.
afar, atop
​misted pines
​and darker dredges,
I cry
​over her wretched tomb,
​
​it's hedges
​feathering me, too.
so I fly,
​and wolves cry,
down
down
​down
to my own eternal doom.
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Copyright 2017 Tagen
Published on Friday, November 10, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Saturday, November 11, 2017, Lazarus Ominous
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wrote:
Very heady and well versed! Lazarus Ominous
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On Saturday, November 11, 2017, worm
(1149) wrote:
this is well written! I like the ethereal feeling of this piece... Kudos! ~worm~
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A former member wrote:
I really love the first stanza as it whispers so softly to me. I have always found mist to be so peaceful, and coupling it with the inherent beauty of the Moon, it's just priceless. I'm really enjoying your work, and I'll definitely be reading more. Great job, darlin'. Rebs:).
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