It is not
ficklety of cat
rubbing leg in faux earnest
those clamored souls with
wine soaked language rolling ebullient
reefer in sardonic prose
It is not
deftness of entreaty wound around
stocking nor thickness of honey consumed bread
turning truth to sticky fingers
pinching air in thought
naming the stars
underneath canvas where tents
suspend redolent arias and
forest creatures lament
shrill bleat of humanities
persisting encroachment
though you
rising from steamy bath
ruddier by your delve
bright as a regained penny
shining like evening pearl
silver limbed and black of eye
rival the moon at her dearest rise
are velvet lament beneath air
a song of shivering moments
burning like freed embers
from dazzling height
you diminish never
you shine on
spreading your
arms into
hungry night

0 Replies to “Shine on”

  1. “Wine soaked language……,” Many times I would sit quietly and just observe and listen to people, as the night wore on, had absolutely no idea what they were even talking about. Life on the train in the pic would be better than listening to ego inflated assholes go on and on and on

    1. Ha you speak my words. I agree (surprisingly! ha ha!) too often ego inflated people dominate and it’s disheartening at times to see the disparity between those who do not believe enough in themselves and those who believe WAY too much in themselves! I often admire a person who doesn’t have much self-confidence, and tries, and I also admire those who really succeed in doing something despite struggling to believe in themselves. It is harder to admire those who are over confident, though obviously confidence is a useful trait, it can be too little or too much and hard to get ‘just right’

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