Posse

I remember how the moon appeared that night

Gibbous and waning

 how dry and dusty the daze

in aftermath colossal 

how liquid the limbs 

that carried me years away 

yet as close as the wind 

through the weaves, and

all thoughts were dressed in black 

acid girls, hippie swirls

hoops and hooks so heavy

I'm going to God you now

back to the beginning and the end

swinging ropes Posse

like pendulums and personality

wearing meat suits

sending out love, support

and gratitude down below.

What a mess 

our Starlight 

overpowered by the sun

Tidal wave.

Reviews

[tinymoonchild]

Absolutely exquisite. Such tender lines penned so beautifully

[Corset]

Thank you!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Corset, you transport me back to the sixties here. Your imagery brought me rock concerts, camping out all night, friends and some of them who could see far more than me. Your lines intrigued and your moon stays with me.

Chris

[Corset]

Thank you Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember some moons in the late sixties that were pretty liquid, but heavy
as some nights trying to catch that moon through glazed eyes...when things looked so much closer than they were.
I like the line "I'm going to God you now"
the beginning, the end....
creation much like a Tidal Wave....the sixties much like a tidal wave.
I should have been swinging from a rope...
but I did not have a meat suit to where.
such an intriguing piece of poetry.

j.

[Corset]

Thank you J.