Monday, October 5, 2015

Moon is gone

(October 4, 2015:  “Just write”, she told me. “Write something every day. Can’t wait on inspiration. You have to work at it…”)

moon is gone,
heavens cloaked in rushing clouds
crying their hearts out;
dark grief (the seed of unfathomable pain)
stalks corralled, restless steeds,
relentless pacing, bridled, tethered;
primed to burst open thickening cloudscape
and rampage along dizzying ascents
lined by guardian hearts
of blinding affirmation


1 comment:

  1. Working on metaphors...("...metaphore!, metaphore!...": from the movie "Il Postino")