la mariée
satan plays upon a bull fiddle ~ stringed music or wooing riddle
as virgin bride inveigles middle ~ seducing all midst the twiddle
Categories:
inveigles, dark, desire, perspective,
Form: Monoku
Written: October 22, 2023
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In the murky backdrop of my remote dreams.
Still has the enticing taste of your whisper.
To fester in my skeleton till tomorrow.
Storing long-dormant slaked thirst till tomorrow.
I'll wander quiet pastures in crystal dreams.
What relics, amid the dwindling whispers.
Esoteric pulse in veins, leading to a whisper.
Time is ethereal, and it inveigles tomorrow.
My fatuous soul implies in my dreams.
Dreams webbed by whispers descry solace tomorrow.
Categories:
inveigles, confidence, dream, uplifting,
Form: Tritina
I know so well the warmth of cold moonlight,
For night is home to all keen thought, blissfully unmaligned.
Helios holds no sway with me, his journey out of sight,
Selene, my muse, guides my sweet nocturnal mind.
Supine, I float, and watch my ethereal phosphenes fly,
Till epiphany alights and I feverishly spring to write.
Mellifluous the ring of ink, as the paper I glorify,
Eloquent with ease, till the sharp break of Aurora’s light.
The ephemerality of my life seems with my heart to brawl,
Under shadow, ponder I, if unturned I leave life’s stone.
Yet Nyx’s reign inveigles me like sonorous siren call,
And so I sit, to on paper bleed, on my solemn wooden throne.
To live and write in lonely dark is my god-given right,
I’d rather live to shine in shadow than disappear in light.
Categories:
inveigles, creation, dedication, depression, loneliness,
Form: Sonnet