moon batchelder Poems

take me! reclaim me!
o earth that has made me!
govern my being compleat
til you tame me,
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gather them, gather them
into your hand,
year after year like some
great pile of sand,
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not his lover - but his angel.
he wasn't made - for her.
but heaven - had arranged it so
that she - his needs preferred
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shine!
moon's light
also borrows from stars
be who you are!
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if only my poetry
soothed like a balm
if only the verses
rehearsd in my mind
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a thousand lines of poetry
a thousand reasons to believe
in such a thing as muses singing
touching deepest part.
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i hear spirits!
dare i say it?
faeries tell me things...
whispering like misty mornings
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trust is not like sword delaying
somewhere overhead
(of damocles or other, praying
for release from dread.)
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a life well lived is fraught with stains.
some are forever set,
and last beyond remembrance of their cause.
like grassy green on favorite jeans
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lady of the lake am i,
a watcher in the wood;
a restless spirit glowering,
depending on the mood;
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