Weary, Whirled

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Snatch the cover off
…………….this night,
unlatch your heart
……………………from inky cage.
……Form stars
……….of ivory clay
……………….and lies, fix them
miles and miles apart
by pair of angel
…………..wings, and waves.
.
………………..The moon:
………………..a simple silver box,
………………..filled with borrowed light.

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12 Responses to Weary, Whirled

  1. Jae Rose says:

    The moon a silver box..i love this idea..but whose box..is there something bigger and shinier than the moon..i hope so!

  2. Marianne says:

    Such a great description:
    “The moon:
    a simple silver box,
    filled with borrowed light.”

  3. Oh my goodness…De?!! Your closing portion…where in the world di that come from…may I borrow your mind awhile, puuuhhlllleeeaaase, *says in most whiny voice she can muster* !! In other words…I love this poem! ;)

  4. Old Egg says:

    You are right, the moon does shine bright but with borrowed light. What a pretender she is!

  5. “unlatch your heart from inky cage” – sounds like a good way to release what no longer needs to be held in!

  6. Sara v says:

    De, that last line was such a perfect image, love the whole poem, and that part made smile with
    De-Light ;-)

  7. Mr. Walker says:

    I love the imagery of stars made of clay – and lies. I’m thinking they need to be fixed so far away to take away their power – or maybe they’re redeemed by being touched by angel wings. Either way, I love it.

    Richard

  8. Cathy says:

    Wonderful poem, poor moon, all it’s beauty is borrow or is she stealing it..

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