Poem: Ice Oaks Day Dusk Night

 

 

Ice Oaks Day Dusk Night

 

flashy whorls of sun.

surreal and hypnotic surely

and yet not kind,

amok with gossamer,

what a succumb--

such ravenous purple nightshades ... 

crepuscular next,

filigrees frozen, haunted, fated,

a bouquet of wine-tinged tears 

both wistful and serpentine.

half-buried, these laden mantles,

alongside the raucous glory 

of the day, yearning ... 

desperate now ...

for a single molecule  

of flight, of stars, of shine

 

and yet

could heaven be a pomegranate moon?

gorging above the Medusa of the canopy? 

could it be 

this oasis bathed in the spectral,

celebration of tapestried glints,

impassible yet soft,

joyful from midnight,

blooms?

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