James Marshall Goff Poet Dramatic Monologue

Phases of the Moon

The scent of Eagles
Shortly after hate-filled
Cantations
Drive you vertically insane

Nearly touching utopia
Engulfed in flames
Your editor suggested options

Including uncovering cemetery
Ashtrays enrobed in trace-water
Marble

Unforgiving
Even joyful        I concede

Your mouth dripping fresh-picked
Strawberries

While antediluvian rainbows
March towards certain death
Or nirvana
You
Said

As phases of the
Moon
Dictate


6/20/15
© james marshall goff

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Joseph P. DiMino June 9, 2016 at 7:13 AM For sure, go with the flow and seasons. Phases of The Moon, how they affect all nature, both physical and phyche--one wonders, on deeper analysis, was it "The Chicken or the Egg?"--surely God, were it not for our freewill, would do it a bit more refined from the get-go. You are a great poet, Jimbo!

Funom Makama December 17, 2015 at 4:11 AM lines with curves of wisdom and landscapes of awe! My mind is in a park of joy to how I manage selecting this page. Keep on writing dear poet and as always, a wonderful 7 without a doubt!

P.I. Alltraine August 10, 2015 at 2:39 PM I love, love your poems and your style.

Catherine Labeau July 18, 2015 at 4:15 PM thank you

Debbie Guzzi July 17, 2015 at 3:36 PM Wow very unique - Dadaist? Surreal! Light & Love James Marshall Goff July 17, 2015 at 11:08 PM You are sharp Deb, yes...I enjoy this style, the fractured leaps help express the half-thoughts of emotion that course our minds continually....furthering the truth I seek

Poet Destroyer A July 15, 2015 at 4:08 PM enjoyed your write on phases of the moon James, Luv p.d.

Constance La France July 12, 2015 at 7:45 PM James, a deep and moving piece,wonderful 7 and thanks for visiting tattered pages

Nette Onclaud July 11, 2015 at 5:21 PM a layered piece essaying the moods of luns, jimbo.. well done!.. huggs

Afolabi Muideen July 11, 2015 at 4:45 PM Congratulation on having this beautiful piece featured. Soupmail........A.M.

Skat A July 11, 2015 at 2:48 AM James :) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~

Catherine Labeau July 10, 2015 at 2:17 PM the moon a liar in my world but I keep looking for her every chance I have

Ken Jordan June 30, 2015 at 2:35 PM James, I must say that I read this fascinating poem twice and it got deeper than my first read. How profound is that? Great poem, Ken

Richard Lamoureux June 25, 2015 at 8:25 AM This digs deep and pulls with the gravity of the moon.

Anna-Marie Docherty June 23, 2015 at 12:22 PM A thought provoking right on which to linger a while and just enjoy soaking it in... A lovely write, well done you!

Jill Spagnola June 23, 2015 at 10:50 AM Impeccable timing as the Summer Solstice approached, moon waning. It's forces undeniably affecting the Universe, the tides, the hospital wards. Yet not one with conviction. Sadly, money still makes the World go round. "Ashtrays enrobed in trace-water marble", Wow, what a metaphor depicting a place my remains shalt not ever remain! You got skills Jimbo :), jill

Paul Callus June 23, 2015 at 10:06 AM Hi James! Had to read this intriguing poem a few times, not wanting to miss out on your message! I say that while the moon dictates, we are still left free to make our own judgment and take unforced decisions. // All the best. // paul

Arthur Vaso June 21, 2015 at 6:49 PM I have absolutely no idea why I loved this poem, just that I do! A7

Nette Onclaud June 21, 2015 at 2:03 PM well jimbo.. you got the mood right in the dot!...some madness intriguingly expressed..touche!... huggs

Afolabi Muideen June 21, 2015 at 2:14 AM Powerful well constructed, you panned this very beautiful. excellent.........A.M.

Constance La France June 20, 2015 at 2:26 PM James, this is great, I love your writing, 7 well I will never change a word of my writing so I will never be published unless I publish me and thanks for visiting my poetry