Yesterday,
I lost my muse
I cannot write a single couplet
Nay a verse
The swing is empty,
hold on tight,
against the ropes—
As I watch my legs,
propel me into the clouds:
Higher, not hindered
by gravity...
I could nearly grasp
the haze of blue...
Blessed be-
My heart, is a filthy liar
Yesterday,
I lost my muse
He dares
to badmouth himself
My room
as dusty as a old book cover,
my mood
dampened,
like the earthy smell
of a unexpected rain shower...
Salted tears,
of mixed signals;
Refusing to yield to the whims of fleeing emotions .
Where delighted memories
once stood plentiful —
Estrella sees the moon, as a half grin
Whereas
he sees the moon full circle,
like a werewolf bays,
and howls..
Is he in the middle of painful transformation?
Or hunger?
Oh cosmic mother of all,
whose breast fill,
the night with milky starlight
twinkling, twilight, tenebrous
As legs dangle,
her toes are tickled,
by cool blades of grass—
As the man
on the moon remains
blasé
barefooted Estrella empathizes
with the earth-
As the werewolf,
bares his teeth
in the shadows,
Estrella’s stare,
as cold as silver bullets...
Wide-eyed, whimsical, welcoming
the witching hour...
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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