| Author | Message | ||
| M
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4131 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention april moon Frank Faust all through the cooler nights of April I wrote my songs and stories pausing only for moments taken to gaze into the pallid mystery of a poets moon that shone sometimes a feeble glow sometimes hardly present yet at other times a gold balloon abreast of the horizon at first rising I wrote down almost half of everything I ever knew penned to illuminate and clarify to obfuscate and to destroy I wielded this pen of mine to make the necessary private admissions reveal myself in unguarded words and personalised glittering symbols the shaman of Aspendale with his onion staff unpeeled and I sang and sang while the moon went past night after night as it cooled I sang slower sang quietly kept voice within the sound until at last it was hardly more than a whisper that could have been the breeze I felt ruffling the coat that I wear long as talisman and to kiss this the moon of poets goodbye for she is gone and I am almost done in by the cool of April nights the songs and all the stories are etched deep into the paper no longer secret words nor enigmatic merely a kind of historical accounting for the poet moon that was I abhor the coming silence ~ |
