Then Came The Night
selling my soul to the midnight
seeping into my hungering psyche
absorbed in the guile of moonlight
longing to take flight
in the mounting of the sky
the magnolia child in me
once a worshipper of rainy days
gives over to the surrounding ebony
I see the moonbeams touch my skin
and I am now a golden goddess
framed by whispering night
I dance the exotic
with asteroids and meteors
a shooting star, I ride
past the milky Way's Delphinus
into another solar system
I see a star winking out
wondering where goes the light
Of a once vibrant now dying star
Comments
This could benefit....
from a little punctuation.
Nevertheless, a haunting vision. Good work here.
hello Wesley Snow
thank you for reading and commenting on this piece. I have a problem with punctuation. it is not my strong suit. I wish that Neo Poet would offer a workshop on punctuation. perhaps I will look into it and see if there is a punctuation book for dummies :)
always, Cat
this is like
a celestial dance
ere the final earthly
romance
dance
and
prance
out of the world of
France
the stars delight
as you forsake your earthly
sojourns plight!
so be it
a good memorable fight
thank you lovedly
I had a feeling that you would like this piece ;) thank you for your poetic response!
*hugs, Cat
Hi Cat
That first line is magnificent and nobody could help but finish the poem upon reading it. There was just enough rhyme in the poem to make it sing. BTW good to see you posting.......stan
:)
hello Stan!
thank you for such high praise! yes, I am posting again. I've grown more selective of what I post. I must be growing up and growing wiser in my golden years. it is nice to see you again, too :)
*hugs, Cat
Cat
The Magnolia child threw me for a while but on research your words and feelings came flooding through.
A child seeking something maybe just out of reach where you need to wander the stars, hoping to find a lost piece as if a jigsaw had been left with just one piece missing.
I will just say that this is so you and a lovely write, look inward there are no pieces missing it is just out of sight yet so close, where the need to travel so far is lost..
Yours as always Ian .. xx
dearest Ian,
thank you for reading and critiquing my prosey/poem. you always seem to understand me. much more than anyone else. except for my Steven/husband. you have a soothing, calming manner. has it always been so? or has it developed over time? I think of you as a good spirit/friend and excellent poet.
*hugs, Cat