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The night is rabid,
a honey dipped melancholy

I write too many poems
about the moon

pretentious and sun-sick observations
employ the edges of a zealous twilight

I can't bear to muster up anything crisp,

for the absence of light is ambitious,
a sharp tongue tasting dusty visions

and those polished stars lay forgotten
in the arch of it’s celestial shadow

or maybe its just a pretty cop-out
I colored to taste less repetitive

an index
of malignant proportions
spills over
as I court another sip of
moon dust

by SilentWords
posted on 01/15/2016

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Tags: poems, night
Comments: 4

Comment by inkblot: Jan 25, 2016 7:28 am
Rabid/melodramatic/honey dipped/sun-sick/crisp/ambitious/visions/polished/its/repetitive/index/malignant/sip... And that's just the heartbeat of the mother****ing poem, just the trunk your words branch out from.

**** me you are good. I'm stupid-happy you're posting again.
Comment by LucidMuse: Jan 18, 2016 3:13 pm
I can't put my finger on what exactly stirred me in this piece. Perhaps it was the poem as a whole. Regardless, I absolutely loved it. Would love to read more from you.
Comment by FavoriteTheMute: Jan 17, 2016 2:50 am
Everything just feels right now around here. Ms. Lydia it is a pleasure to read your new material.
Comment by prettyspl: Jan 16, 2016 2:02 pm
Beautiful ... your poetry always moves me. Im pretty much the same way with the sea, it seems that I can't get enough of the ocean. Vote

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