MOON RENDERED SAVIOUR
It drifts, it slips, slivers, divides, diminishes
Slides, slides
Though the sky moves not,
Though the silence remains.
Heart’s division
An ache, a season,
A mist, a smoke of lust
Unslaked, bitter as ivy.
No reason, no recall.
A habitual residue
A dust of sorrow
A settlement too familiar,
Mica, clay, chalk, bone.
Shadow moons, blue lifted light,
Relapse, rapsody, requiem.
A heavy ransom for gold,
A skirl, spiraling chill.
But this song, abstracted,
Extended, drawn out, attenuated
A nerve or a vein tampered,
No remedy but to feel more
Not less, not, never, turning away.
Control, unfurl, unfold,
Lips and fingers unpetalled.
One moment silent
Naked eye, naked ear.
Stand upright, balanced,
Worthy on the world.
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Rather abstracted and sketched. An impressionist or expressionist, or maybe symbolist….a translation from the movement of inner zephyrs…..a little of something, though I know not what….
simonhlilly 
I love the moon and anything to do with it including your brilliant portrayal of the many moods of the moon in verse. Nicely done.
Maybe that is what it is, yes. Moonmoods. At least at one level of reading, and who, after all, is not the moon?
Yes! 🙂
As always, intoxicating poetry, but the artwork is magical. Inner zephyrs indeed!
They wuz sketches for some silver jewellery….
Oh, I hope you make the jewelry. Organic jewelry in silver is my favorite – I like to wear what the spirit inspires.
Now I like this because of the oneness inherent in the poem – the moon, the shadows, the swirl, the curl, the moods are ours but what came first? Silver jewellery designs – that sounds quite commercial 😉
An everlasting feedback, I expect. Sometimes the silver sells, sometimes not….