Dionysus.

If it ain't so
think, with all the indentations
in the death bed of poetry
something habitual as
the moon oozes and creates
like Dionysus, a drifting eye,
glistening in brevity (terse and into verse)
the underfoot of both vice, love, and shame,
as if the earth left
and we poets, the true fools and players,
observe our ghosts
in the gardenias, our bed of scarlets.

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Written 3/17/21 in response to utahan15.




Categories: Poetry

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14 replies

  1. I love this. Beautiful write. 🖊🌷

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  2. This is stunning piece of work 🙂

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  3. Poet’s lament
    Poet’s invent
    With honest intent Spiritually sent
    😄😎

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  4. This sparkles Lucy: ‘glistening in brevity (terse and into verse)’ 🌟

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  5. Beautiful and so reflective of the Shakespearian era!

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