Oct 12
the moon, shrunken, faint
as pencil, as if the wild nettles
of night carried her loads.
her glazes the raptures of
dancing stars.
her stencil mark a white crescent
leant on cloud.
the trees shudder in the
wind, break their promises,
forgive no one.
the tide listens to her rhythms,
traps them in water, distils
her victories, unwraps the dark,
stretches it out.
as pencil, as if the wild nettles
of night carried her loads.
her glazes the raptures of
dancing stars.
her stencil mark a white crescent
leant on cloud.
the trees shudder in the
wind, break their promises,
forgive no one.
the tide listens to her rhythms,
traps them in water, distils
her victories, unwraps the dark,
stretches it out.
hi, everyone - i am sorry to report that S R Mats has stolen one of my poems (this one) and tried to rewrite it under the title Strength to Strength. i blocked S R Mats when she said she wanted to steal my work which i was not happy about - she said all poets steal each others work which i disagree with- also she seemed to think my originality was ok to steal. i have advised eliot and will take this note down when she takes down her very poor attempt at a poem. not sure what else to do
