(the Moon may be so cold, uncertain seasons)


An Attic In Winter






Moths flutter in an old attic
Dust like frosts of winter some lost afternoon
Dreams flow overly dramatic
Constellations splinter just behind the moon.

You hide your face a mask of tears cover
That beautiful expression a visible mirror of light
Must I cross my words over and over
trying to find the bridge peering off into this lonely night.

The skies are full of inwards meaning all read
Pouring in rivers like souls seeking release
Lavender footsteps follow softly you tread
Through depthless forests of infinite surcease.

While the passing moments utter their silent refrains
Each one is a world unto themselves and all
Yearn in time for life forever as they fall
And it is midnight deep in thought like violets as it rains

Moths flutter in an old attic
Dust like frosts of winter some lost afternoon
Dreams flow overly dramatic
Constellations splinter just behind the moon.




Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-01-27 at 23:21

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I love the melodious line 'And it is midnight deep in thought like violets as it rains'. I see an image of violet blossoms nodding as the rain strikes them. The line is lush, lovely.
2012-01-29



Ending the poem by repeating the first stanza seemed nice. It gave the poem a timeless feeling.
2012-01-28