CRESCENT
I think of your downy curls
On nights like these,
Enveloped in rich darkness and agony.
The nights when the moon howls, and the wolves cower in silence,
In reminiscences of our tantalizing love!
The black abyss has swallowed the silver maiden today,
And has strangled her cries of love and death!
But her crescent is bursting with silver radiance!
Like the fierce Maenad, is she dancing her reckless dance!
Shooting silver fire and fiendish love!
While you and I stare on, lost and estranged,
Soaking in the silver tears of the Crying Crescent.
Categories:
maenad, nature,
Form: Lyric
The image in my mirror,
(Some loving mother’s son),
Has no identity,
No name from anyone.
Mottled thoughts surround me
Each one a treasure trove
Living there as episodes
My past has lived and wove.
A woman in my doorway
Asks: “How you feelin’, Dad?”
But I cannot recognize
This wandering maenad.
Things appear before me
Throughout my normal day
But recognitions of what they are
Alzheimer’s stole away.
I can’t feel the sorrow,
The loss nor the disdain
Within a face before me
Upon which displays pain.
I’m filled with love and longing
Which I want to shine on through …
But, I can find no one I know
To whom I can give it to.
Categories:
maenad, confusion, emotions, feelings, hurt,
Form: Rhyme