I now welcome the arcane night
nativity of the soul;
under the blue light
steel blade of precision
pale puppets play perfection
on the ritual stage of repetition
lying hands hold out
harmful love’s poisoned gifts
neon signs announce:
“Love” tonight
The theater of midnight
is set before my eyes
while the benevolent moon
with truthful reflection
cuts the deceitful hearts open
digs into the fleshlike earth
at the roots of the tree;
digging, in cool lenient light
In her concave nature
mirrored are the intentions
of treacherous wills in disguise:
handfuls of nothing,
empty jackets, fancy labels
their tango tricks done
torn in shocking shreds
dismantled and ashamed
I now laugh with the moon
and when the sound
of her bubbling laughter stops
(once again) I can make the silence
come alive in me
I agree again with David, that the refrain from Dimensions (1) is a beautiful poetic device which works well in tandem, creating harmony, balance and an echo effect. I very much like the scenes you choose to paint to set out your thoughts, but the second strophe is a stand-alone verse for me: I love it's completeness in itself -
The theater of midnight
is set before my eyes
while the benevolent moon
with truthful reflection
cuts the deceitful hearts open
digs into the fleshlike earth
at the roots of the tree;
digging, in cool lenient light
Both arcane with mystery and revelatory, I like the conclusion that you can "laugh with the moon" as if to share her understanding and treasure it, making "the silence (after) come alive in me". Thoughtful and so well-crafted, as always. Kate xx
Axilea - Perfect companion to "Dimensions of Light(the sun.) The imagery you use here reflects the different light of the moon, yet contains the same profound lines,
Dear Axilea, I like your poem, and particularly the last two lines.
"I can make the silence come alive in me" Le silence est d'or. Excellent my friend. Love Emile
Highly atmospheric, Axilea, and the images are powerful and almost menacing at times...and again soft; there's disillusion, too, with the state of things, the emptiness of lives.
Another artistic achievement, Axilea.
I am in awe of your unique talent, as reflected
in these lines:
The theater of midnight
is set before my eyes
while the benevolent moon
with truthful reflection
cuts the deceitful hearts open
digs into the fleshlike earth
at the roots of the tree;
digging, in cool lenient light
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Love,
Sage
The theater of midnight
is set before my eyes
while the benevolent moon
with truthful reflection
cuts the deceitful hearts open
digs into the fleshlike earth
at the roots of the tree;
digging, in cool lenient light
Both arcane with mystery and revelatory, I like the conclusion that you can "laugh with the moon" as if to share her understanding and treasure it, making "the silence (after) come alive in me". Thoughtful and so well-crafted, as always. Kate xx
I can make the silence
come alive in me
- David
"I can make the silence come alive in me" Le silence est d'or. Excellent my friend. Love Emile
Fine, fine writing.
John
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fee
I am in awe of your unique talent, as reflected
in these lines:
The theater of midnight
is set before my eyes
while the benevolent moon
with truthful reflection
cuts the deceitful hearts open
digs into the fleshlike earth
at the roots of the tree;
digging, in cool lenient light
Lovely, gene.
The blue light of night can bleed our emotions if we succumb to its cold ways. Always, Paul.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D