moon batchelder Poems

it seemed no mean disclosure, - all the same
a portion of her heart was quite immune
to partial revelations, as to stain
of shadow in the corner of a room.
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tiny liquid jewels adorn
the silken spider's lace at dawn,
refracting brilliant rays,
-invisible-
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her bondage is made full in love,
i thought
never mind the leather round her ankles
or her wrists..
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that which is dim
can hardly brightness know.
for by the very brightness of
itself, disspelled, must go.
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nothing more than this in common;
death and poetry.
a century or something stands between
our years on earth.
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did not the mists at dawn desist,
did not the night surrender to the sun,
did not the shadows flee the light,
did not the evenings chill become undone,
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morning doves sing in magnolia trees
a squirrel researches the ground
mists from the ocean drift in on a breeze
a jogger approaches, his third time around
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love -not fear- had creased those lips;
joy -not bitterness!
eyes, in laughter danced, -as if
on wrinkled silken lace.
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sun's rays
reach earth and moon with ease;
like love's displays
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fascination for prisms
with multiple facets
refracting the spectrum of light;
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