The creatures of the night outside
my window, playing, dancing wild
and carelessly to music light
and strangely new, they set afire
my fear-filled notions of the dark
and all its mysteries. The paws
and scurries over leaves impart
a sense of living, instincts brought
afloat, a jitterbug of hope
and melodies of Eden, fall,
and cleansing love, with blood as soap
that resurrects a man’s resolve:
the dark will not restrict my feet;
awaken worlds with life in beat.
my window, playing, dancing wild
and carelessly to music light
and strangely new, they set afire
my fear-filled notions of the dark
and all its mysteries. The paws
and scurries over leaves impart
a sense of living, instincts brought
afloat, a jitterbug of hope
and melodies of Eden, fall,
and cleansing love, with blood as soap
that resurrects a man’s resolve:
the dark will not restrict my feet;
awaken worlds with life in beat.
Nice...I've always been a poetry fan. I used to write a lot back several years ago. I like your Asbury 20-day challenge. Keep it up!
Posted by: chris kidwell | November 07, 2009 at 08:31 AM
Holy crap, Drew...so much talent doth flow from your inked-stained fingers! ...and by finger I mean arthritic keyboard hands.
Posted by: Rob | January 25, 2010 at 08:12 PM