Poems to share from the Pente Poets.
She
I am the she who rules the night steals myriad stars from earthly sight radiant beacon cold and bright I am the she ... I am the she whose cycle cues a stunning almanac to view wax, wane and lumen birth anew I am the she ... I am the she who glides through trees brings poets and lovers to their knees bold queen of vast celestial seas I am the she ... serene I sail this starry realm my maker's hand upon the helm I am the she ... Judith Bandidt © June, 2012 Hello Pente Poets across the world, and welcome to our first virtual meeting. Here's my poem for comment.
Night Blindness They said it would be like this-- a super moon rising over water, gleaming the horizon as far as the eye could see. But they didn't say it could blind with its brilliance: a hard light, laser sharp, paling the Cross into insignificance. Omnipotent, it draws us-- fence posts, gnomes and tall dark strangers-- to the cutting edge. Here at the precipice we falter—stature lessened. Fears illuminate as monsters lurch from dappled pools and sit like fat toads, waiting. J Bandidt © May, 2012 |
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