Hanging By A Moment

I could feel the sudden
cascade of forcible darkness
so deep…beneath the ragged
cliff of friendship that, I could
hear the silent laments of two
broken hearts falling into the
marble ground of love and trust
At a blow, turned handicapped with an
“ABSENT FOREVER” admonition

These days, the inevitable
changes of the seasons and
the timeless wisdom of the
dying auld lang syne…bring
forth tears–to my absentminded
eyes, inconsolably

Emptiness lingers from the depth
of the night; and your memories are
like these evening stars–mysteriously
charming to look at and now remain
evermore a mystery

And like a fragmentary song
in need of proper tempo,
each word of this unrhymed poem
written between a few sobs and
involuntarily tears mutely screaming
for appreciation amid infinite pain and
unpromising love drifting off—into
another yet murderous silence…

(Hanging by a Moment – Lifehouse)

Copyright (C) 2009 by EvanescentMoon
Written date : 2009-11-13
Hanging By A Moment

My Immortal [Quatern]

Each mirth and grief of drifting clouds
frigid days and lightless nights shrouds
musky rain’s trail out my window
Beloved, remind me of you

Marchen zephyr wending around
each mirth and grief of drifting clouds
enticed by your enthralling charm
-tousled hair and eyes so profound

Icy morning, dreary and bland
surrounds forested gothic land
each mirth and grief of drifting clouds
depicts tales of my immortal

A place my consort oft concealed
shadowy world alas revealed
yet the one place he never hides
each mirth and grief of drifting clouds

Quatern
A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle
and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of
stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza
four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme
scheme.

Copyright (C) 2010 by EvanescentMoon, MV.
2010-01-02

Passenger Seat

 

There’s a rush
between the many folds
of my flesh;
like a fast,
upbeat love song
in an afternoon ride.

-NeverĀ ending-
a lithe man inside,
clad in opportunities
and monotony of purpose,

yet, still I am
but a passerby.

Contented and consumed
by the passing world-
of flickering, fading
hints of its flight,
as father time
sits on my palm.

I am learning to exist:
half alive, half asleep
without a sweat in my stride
for someday-somehow
I will dwell like a sun,
dreaming under

headstone spires.

Copyright (C) 2012 by EvanescentMoon, MV.
2012-01-10

IMAGE : Copyright (C) 2012 by EvanescentMoon, MV.

A Widow’s Requiem

 

I never wish to write with a heavy heart…

But tonight, I will be the widow
of a living man, in whose presence,
I am but a marionette, a harlequined muse
with lips still half-parted, bitten red.

I will mourn for the mornings
spent by the walkways and dining patios
where each and every fragmented word–
skillfully woven, was like a brewed drink,
much to my surprise, like a concoction
of my tears, though, tasted only much,
much more bitter.

I will lament for the afternoons
and coffee spoons, haggardly
drowned in big pools of darkness,
staring back at me
like a substitute, I was, for sugar
to chase its bitterness away.

I will weep for the nights
that this city seemed to glimmer
like diamonds, or like an arcade of fire,
while a handful of kids and adults
danced the night away to Latin percussions
and Flamenco guitars, or when past lovers
could remain friends.

But tonight, as the wind swells up high in rage,
then I, too, shall reign, like sweet perfume, and rise
to render the unpalatable stench of your death
and defeat.

Copyright (C) 2012 by EvanescentMoon, MV.
2012-10-23


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Intruder (Haiku)

 

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moonbeams creep closer-
spying with their hoary gleam
through my sheer curtains

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Copyright (C) 2011 by EvanescentMoon, MV.
Written date : 2011-10-20


CREDIT: WIKI
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Author Tomruen

Lonely World

by EvanescentMoon

As geniuses design;
my destiny’s canvas,
requiem of sanity-
stirs, a sullen howl.

Floating in the shadows-
of forever dusk;
mysteries unmasked,
I’m but a petite sight.

Caught in the web of throes,
as darkness devours light.
Now, a night to recant;
my world–of no beauty.

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Prompt: So because pluto is small it can’t be a planet, does that mean those that are genetically small can’t be human?
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Copyright (C) 2010 by EvanescentMoon
Written date : 2010-06-10

Pluto

Image Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/R. Hurt (SSC-Caltech)
Credit: NASA/Caltech

Quote1

What you do know
might hurt you

but

it’s what you didn’t know
that will haunt you
in the coldest of days.

~EvanescentMoon, MV

I Stood Musing In A Black World

Spontaneous. Instantaneous. Our thoughts are

like time bombs marking away
each minute
each chunk
of our lives.

Voracious mouth fed by greed,
blood-thirsty lips filled with rage,
lordlier tongues became
venom-encrusted daggers
punching through
the perforated cities
within

our minds.

A battlefield
of good and evil,
of lies, half-baked
and of truth,
half-spoken.

Zealously. Covetously. We are rolling down

the windows of destruction. Peace is but skyscrapers
built on vodka bottles and humanity’s but remnants
in fossilized sea floors.

We had breathed the air of various lands and homes
where on every strode of our feet, our faith, full-fledged,
yet, despite it all, savored second chances while foretold
another’s life on our hands.

When the air that we breathe
becomes air that we choke,
only then, and, until then,
we truly ache…

to live.

Copyright (C) 2012 by EvanescentMoon.
Submission date : 2012-11-19

*** I took this photo today while I was on my way home from work. ***
Black World

~Image Copyrighted by: EvanescentMoon, MV~

She, The Winter Queen

by EvanescentMoon

Today, I arose to find reasons
just outside my palatial pane,
the silvery flakes in their purest form
under the sun’s rays lay afloat,
amidst the ashes of snow-clad trees.

Remind me once more
when silence fills one’s memory
of a thousand tears or more,
to awake in a land of hypnotic beauty
I shan’t fear the gray, of glacial ground.

For in the wells of solitude,
the world is mine, its walls to wear
and upon the bleak, cold breaths
of mistral winds rejoice
For I am she, the Winter Queen.

There, the sun slowly rises to sight
but in the shadow of my hair
is a crown I wear with pride,
and as the light caresses my skin
my raven tresses curl and shine.

Seasons may pass like clouds in the horizon,
and words are as bland but balmy as the breeze
my life, my love, my legacy I wish to leave;
be it ever as hopeful as the arising dawn of day
and I shall reign, forever the Winter Queen.

MeraLuna

*Inspired by my good friend, MERALUNA
she, forever the Winter Queen

Copyright (C) 2011 by EvanescentMoon

Written date : 2011-02-14