The likeness of snow-covered heaps on desert-searing nights Of a scathing wind that cursed a name and brought it By the crook of a deserted nest sunbathed by bare hands, Seducing a whistle to the primeval waters that shoehorn rocks Reflected with an awakening flutter within a cold room With lip of ice and loitering … Continue reading Mes mots dans ce rêve.
slumber, my fingers pullover mind, a drowning of us,an open dance, mindlessness evermore; winter’s wounds deny, disown madness,it is afar from where we left, grieved,the salvation into the abyssal tonguealone, in thalassic sway whilst we are fools of happiness. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a quadrille (a poem of … Continue reading fools of happiness.
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)