Troubled Allegory Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Troubled Allegory



I know the turbulent tales
Of the azure.

The stars are scintillating
In a flame that seethes
And she is not with me.

The cold stars shiver in the distance
And I tremble in my skin
Like tigers upon snares.

The immense night
Wallows. A harrowing demise,
And I can picture the impalpable moon

Like one of her deep-setting eyes
That breathe in a melancholic solace:
A lurid bequeathing of the clocks.

A constellation pierces
The violent night - a brusque illumination
And I can envisage her in one of the stars: lost.

I search for her, and I know it hurts
Because in her furlough, I am fragmented -
Shattered like a chagrined glass in a stationary revelry.

The expanse is as frank as the light
Of dawn. The dew drops on the grass
In a manner of love-making.

I know the troubled allegory
Of the azure and the trellises,
And I recount all of them until her
Visions usher in front of me.

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