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Moonchase

by Lori Johnson





Their tree's bough may bend
With the rustle of winds
As leaves fall to violent rest.

And their rain may bead
Down my head, to my cheek
Float to chin, then between my breasts.

Or their stirring echos may blaze
From their mouths in a haze
While the sleet of their words chill to bone.

{Not you}
You lash out in a storm
With your lightening bolt charm
But at midnight, still a moonchase danced alone.




09/22/2004

Author's Note: Yeah, um....go away.

Posted on 09/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Lori Johnson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/22/04 at 10:58 PM

Beautiful use of nature and body, mixed with stormy imagery to bring a wonderful verse to life. Excellent read.

Posted by JD Clay on 09/23/04 at 04:22 AM

I'm with you Lori, sometimes we're better off stewing in our ouw juices. After all, that's what makes us better with age. Pe4ce...

Posted by Tom Goss on 09/24/04 at 06:33 PM

Well done; nice ending.

Posted by Christina Bruno on 09/27/04 at 04:09 PM

hi lori :) i haven't visited your library in a while. i love the last stanza just awesome. such a shocker. powerful wow

Posted by Don Coffman on 11/11/04 at 08:07 PM

Very much a beautiful and memorable verse. The contrast between the drizzling cold weather and the energy and intensity of the storm at the end is wonderful.

Posted by Ann Krischus on 01/01/06 at 04:30 PM

this is beautifully written. i love the imagery.

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 12/01/08 at 12:26 PM

Beautiful and a very worthy POTD, Congrats!!!

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