A Black Coat
tonight’s deep dark is shining
tonight is a seeping melancholy
it’s pure as the moon is clean
bodies fragrant as the garden of eden
dreams emptied of sleep
and death washed
she’s at his grave – neither dead nor gone
the ripe smell of paradise
the rise and fall of demons
war’s antiquity is overflowing
into those dark circles round her eyes
Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
I feel like your poetry has taken quite a new direction the last month or so. It has a mystical quality to it. I can hear your voice but the language is different. I like it! I like both. I just wonder if there is an event or an influence that has brought on the change. Or if it is something only I perceive? I don’t mean you must answer these questions. It’s just interested pondering on my part.
Beautiful, short and sweet
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I love this, Misky. I love the words and the artwork… they work well together. It’s a very moving poem.
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