- Non-Erotic Poetry
- On Sorrow
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Click hereYou are not an old friend, though I’ve
Known the touch of your whisper
Soft and shaded like an old oak
Facing another winter
I’m not sure what to name you-
Darkness? Ebony? These do not capture
Or filter parched landscapes, sand filled
Thoughts, oceans of sorrow drowning each
Breath- No, these do not hold you as
I have, deeply, closely- a lover without
Substance- though more demanding
Than any I have known-
I tried once to bring yellow piss colored
Sun into storms of night- drenching all these
Shadows with positive reinforcements- calm, still surfaces, like
A child’s face reflected in a clear crisp lake-
The burning frustration- went on for days-
Howling as a lone wolf- to a mate I may never
Touch- While I sat- blank, yet weeping
Cursing your rich unavoidable melancholy
Wrapping tightly- tightly around my lips-
- COMMENTS
greenmountaineeralmost 7 years agoVery rich in its imagery, Moondark. I really enjoyed S1&2, and "yellow pissed colored/Sun" started as a "Wow!," but I couldn't get pass a drenching urine connoting "calm, still surfaces" unless I misunderstood the sentence structure.
