Moonlight
Such finely worded paintings she makes…a poem by Devika Mathur at 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.
I hit 3k Subscribers today. Thank you all for showing me your love.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
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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In my dreams. I haven’t reached 300 yet. This was a reblogging of Devika’s poem.
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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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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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Thanks!
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