Phases of the moon
Portend of the storm
She exposes her neck
To the kisses of the groom
Feathers fly flight on
Drafts of downward sky
Traverse the grounds
She walks upon
Light are her steps
The union of her soul
Dismisses the gloom masters
Intent on their deaths
Her love for her groom
Exceeds the projections
And spalls the nay sayers
Prepared to exhume
Her heart when it break
In pieces it will fall
Shattered in the plumage
For he loves like a snake.
He hide and dismisses
Not hearing her gasps
Not cherishing her moans
So they gather a soft cushion
Of warm arms and sweet hugs
When he leaves her unweded
In an unsavory condition
Author's Notes/Comments:
Closed my eyes and had my mind, as if someone was there, ask how do you write a poem? I sit and find that one turn of words. Its like Woody Allen says,
“What people who don’t write don’t understand is that they think you make up the line consciously — but you don’t. It proceeds from your unconscious. So it’s the same surprise to you when it emerges..And I laugh at it, because I’m hearing it for the first time myself.”
Alternate ending
(Her love admission) Remove?
So they gather a soft cushion
Of warm arms and sweet hugs
When he leaves her unweded
In an unsavory condition
I had admonition for its cautionary meaning where admissions is but doesnt make sense
Too cutsie and limericky Does it need a resolve? I think I like it stopped short. Opinions?