Memory of the Night
January 29th 2009 02:19
The memory of the night when
wind wafted through the trees
like a contented lover’s sigh, and
the trees combed that sigh like fingers
swirling in water, sedates my soul.
Your eyes shone then, night’s prized pearl
gleaming in their glassy depths:
the bright eye of God peering
into that shaded moment.
Star-studded waters caressed
cool sands; a hand brushed a hand;
comfort for the cold.
Moonlight raked the depths like claws
of light, and snake-shapes danced
upon the furrows of Poseidon’s brow.
Arms enveloped bodies as Apollo’s
velvet blanket shrouded the earth
in its sheltering embrace.
Neither whispering wind nor biting
cold nor hissing waters
nor weeping moon could
penetrate our world.
We laid on Earth’s cold face,
but Earth did not protest.
Shimmering star-tears rode on dawn’s crest;
in my mind’s eye they smiled not,
for your smile outshone the rest.
This is another free-verse poem that still has coherent meter. This one--sort of a love poem, ish--relies more on its extended metaphors and similes and images for its power. Also the last few lines, the only ones that I consciously caused to rhyme, wrap up the poem with a bit of order.
Not going to say much else tonight...too much else to do. I think the poem speaks for itself mostly. I'm not going to offer an analysis tonight or anything like that. I think today I've written around...oh, say...10,000 words, mostly for school papers and assignments and some for my personal projects. I might talk about this poem more tomorrow when I have more time, but for now I have to run. Enjoy the poem and have a good night! (or day, depending on where you are.)
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