startle and disrupt
celestial rhythms,
alarming sacred
emerald flaps
of divine balconies,creating horrific illusions
of dry bones jostling,
leaving to observation
in the voided vaults,
reflections of
Faustian Legends
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4 comments:
I like the Faustian legends you end with and love the stanza
creating horrific illusions
of dry bones jostling
I can hear them.
margo
profound,
love the way your words speak, thanks for sharing.
visiting from poets untied.
you write powerful and beautiful stuff.
invite you to join Jingle Poetry Potluck today:
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com
find poetry potluck week 44, share 1 to 3 random poems, or write one for our week 44 theme: painting whispers.
cheers.
take good care.
Welcome to wordling! I like this piece a great deal, the bones are still jostling around for me. Well written, and I like where Faustian Legends takes the reader.
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