moon batchelder Poems

a visitor, - he seemed to think his salvation; -
a spirtual pilgrim confused with a queen;
a woman who'd come from a rich western nation,
their seperate estates - little difference between.
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the thirst, the thorns, the lists
and loss of intimacy,
lust succombs
to bland familiarity at best.
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she cant' say why she wont remove
the veils from her face,
the manacles around her wrists,
the ribbons and the lace,
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it didn't have to
go like this. - if
someone tossed a stone
across the sea
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sun's light pales bright waning moon
until she fades away from view,
dissolves into the azure skies,
then plunges to her death at noon
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for all too brief a glimpse he saw the sun.
the ways it's light was mirrored by the moon
had changed his countenance, - his doom undone!
for all too brief a moment. - fading soon.
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i miss him less
on sunny days
when blessing of another form
of light and warmth
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Life is parenthetical to Being,
- as is Death.
mere momentary fleeing
ending in a lapse of breath.
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i am the triune goddess - i am
daughter - mother - crone.
possessed of every season, and
for reasons Her's alone,
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i have two lovers;
one i choose
and one that chooses me,
and both at once, my heart and soul possess.
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