Wolf Moon Dreams Poem by David Kowalczyk

Wolf Moon Dreams

Rating: 4.9


Countless years of
lard and shadows wrestle
to shed the lies that blind.


Ogres bursting with
unspeakable sins, fiends
pulsing with audacious crimes.


Quasimodo's children are praying
in the shyest of whispers.
Not for forgiveness,
but acceptance.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mark Mywords 04 January 2008

Again, you flirt with excessive emotion here, in this case, that of self-loathing, but manage to rescue yourself this time with an amazingly apt last two lines.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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