The moonlight shines on silver waters, A man shows his youngest daughter, The slow ripples of the silver water, They sit and watch the brightly lit sky, The moon shining ever so bright, With its vivid white floating high in the sky, The man tells his youngest daughter, A story when his father showed him … Continue reading Silver Waters (A Poem by Silver Moon)
I dreamed in Venus a darkness without a place in mistier all-the-dead feet at our bones in our graves the acacia weeps we, like Ophelia, fall then drown but, madness is not without a place the sea waits and severs the white lines of the sun, and leaf, I toe, to rock, to tree and … Continue reading Venus.
In two moons, a pseudoknot is in my blood begging to close about my last breath it wasn’t the echoing of gargoyles in our death-beds wandering our roots taken more by wiles and gutted solstice endless in your eyes I know you’re killing me © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the 3/22/2021 dVerse quadrille … Continue reading (!)Two moons.
The Shooting Star flew in the night, Lost and alone, a comet amongst Unmoving brethren set on a Course for nothing more than a Bleak future of nothingness. - She was the bright, burning sun, Who shone in my life every Day for the full two years. Even in the eclipse, she gave Me the … Continue reading Sun and Shooting Star (An Original Poem)
Phantasmagoricred gold,last breath to bind themor myself–I’m not sure; a shadow is a shadowthen so am I until I vanishinto the winter of the bears,I ask that you do not find me; I want to be played by tragic lutes,the first scene like the half of breadthe last scene, the final act to the sipof … Continue reading bliss or suffering.
Lark: I decided what I want for Christmas. Me: Oh? What? Lark: I want a kitten. Me: Do you remember what happened the last time there was another cat in the house? You two did not exactly get along. Lark: It was not my fault that Midnight brought me a half eaten lizard and then … Continue reading Lark Adventures (Written by Al; Reposted)
You sit alone like many before, You watch the stars as they glitter above, Mocking your unanswered questions. "Why must I remain? Why am I still here? Why is there this pain? What did I do wrong?" - I stand beside you as I have before, I watch your eyes as the sparkle fades, Yet … Continue reading Okay (An Original Poem)
Prayers come to me naturally With almost every gasp my mother takes, with the fall of curved tint of autumn leaf Prayers reside in my tarnished body A temple with no bells, I chant 'mantras' and pray for chipped aesthetics to soothe a punctured breath, a column of swollen people with hopeless tongues. I pray … Continue reading Survival (By Devika Mathur) [And Apologies from Chris]
skin on handlavender riseshugged by madsunsin whiteandyellow; the moonflutes the rain, abandoned byalltheflowers and the rainis deathflutteringi fear, the spine toits leaf that blows etceteraetceteraladyleafofLazarusdoes not leave © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Down, down, down the riverside. The air went dead. I suspended above the ivy waves in silence, entering into the belly indigo. Water had now been a cold darkness and I was trying to part myself from the waves above—that only seemed to inundate me further. I uttered few words I could remember or understand. … Continue reading slowdown.