Misery's Moon Poem by Lisa Arnold

On the crest
of misery’s moon
awaits
today’s mourning.

Solitude’s
anxious anger
is illuminated by
a harvest glow.

Shades and shadows
hide profound sorrows
of yesterday’s tomorrow
as wicked winds carry them
to destinations unknown.

On the ridge
of ocean’s ebb,
breathes and dies
the essence of life.

In frantic fury
waves dance, clash,
crash and thrash,
and rapidly fade away
into the watery abyss.

Waiting in isolation
at the edge of dawn,
is the awakening
of a new day
waiting to be born.

Only to be betrayed
by the harsh arrival
of another evening
stalking in to steal
yet another birth
of another day.


©2008