Ode to Selene
She walks in beauty, through the night,
‘cross cloudless skies, eclipsing stars.
Shadows cast by her tranquil light
guide drunken men to topless bars.
She lifts the tides, caresses waves
that sculpt the shores of eager earth
and she endures my rants and raves,
inspiring all I do of worth.
Changing faces every day.
Constant beauty always pure.
Beaming dreams into my sleep.
I’d go crazy without her.
(I wrote this back when I was a baby poet, during my first Poem-A-Day Challenge in April 2011, long before I opened this blog. I stole from Lord Byron in the first stanza and Sting in the third. I present it here with only minor edits.)
Great to see you are still writing after almost a decade
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Aye, there’s the rub, I haven’t written anything recently so I had to dip deep in the archives.
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Oh a blockage somewhere
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The wine should shake it loose.
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I am the opposite, i can’t think straight when i have a drink. š¤£
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I find the best poetry comes when thinking curves.
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I may need to perseve to test it
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Delightful read! It is interesting to go back in old poetry. I once went through all my work and transcribed some worth working on some more. This one needs nothing, in my opinion. It got me in the feels.
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Thanks! I found another couple from that month that I think I’ll work on some more too.
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Two good people to borrow from. XO
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If you’re going to steal, steal from the best.
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