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everything beyond this immediate world
by Indigo Tempestaeverything beyond this immediate world
is vivid.
looking through
a radiator haze
one becomes
lucid.
this is a graveyard
peopled with sorrows.
this is a graveyard.
comically the naked limbs
signal desperation at the moon;
the moon, she puddle-sits
in a midnight mauve sky,
playing at mudpie clouds.
the sky, he is drunk
and wishing to die
(though suicide will not avail
his false pulse)
the moon's sky's living
casts meaning on the morning
when nothing means everything
but the dew and the dim. 11/18/2003 Posted on 11/20/2003
Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 11/22/03 at 02:30 AM "this is a graveyard peopled with sorrows" ah-ha, this is a dangerously good line. Brrr, gave me shivers. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/22/03 at 02:36 AM Fantasy images that swirl around awesome personifications. Excellent read with excellent word choices. :) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/23/03 at 06:15 PM Effective use of animism, subdued, but chilling atmosphere - quietly moving poetry. |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 12/15/03 at 02:19 AM this is laced with moonlight...and i see stars outside right now and reading this makes them dance. |
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