Moonlight

Such finely worded paintings she makes…a poem by Devika Mathur at My Valiant Soul.

MY VALIANT SOUL

i hear jars of jasmine
 in the pale moonlight
 singing and swallowing
 the day's lie
 the fallen mask of scalded hearts.

the night has a belly of jam and butter
 smooth, a swamp of blood moons.
 a feverish rush of adrenaline,
 saying chants to hypnotize.

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  1. gizzylaw says:
    July 8, 2018 at 9:54 pm

    3K? Wow, maybe when I grow up I can have half that many! Really, congrats. That is fabulous. And the poem ain’t bad either. 😉

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    1. Lee Dunn says:
      July 8, 2018 at 10:03 pm

      In my dreams. I haven’t reached 300 yet. This was a reblogging of Devika’s poem.

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      1. gizzylaw says:
        July 9, 2018 at 2:38 pm

        See? I am an idiot. Maybe when we both grow up? I really do have difficulty with who is whom and what site I am actually on. (as in to which Lee am I speaking!) Apparently I am not alone as I am getting comments on my reblogs that belong to the original author.

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      2. Lee Dunn says:
        July 9, 2018 at 3:20 pm

        I think you just have to make it clear who wrote the piece, and add a little comment of your own.

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      3. gizzylaw says:
        July 9, 2018 at 3:21 pm

        Thanks!

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