moon batchelder

take me! reclaim me!
o earth that has made me!
govern my being compleat
til you tame me,
...

gather them, gather them
into your hand,
year after year like some
great pile of sand,
...

not his lover - but his angel.
he wasn't made - for her.
but heaven - had arranged it so
that she - his needs preferred
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shine!
moon's light
also borrows from stars
be who you are!
...

if only my poetry
soothed like a balm
if only the verses
rehearsd in my mind
...

a thousand lines of poetry
a thousand reasons to believe
in such a thing as muses singing
touching deepest part.
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i hear spirits!
dare i say it?
faeries tell me things...
whispering like misty mornings
...

trust is not like sword delaying
somewhere overhead
(of damocles or other, praying
for release from dread.)
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lady of the lake am i,
a watcher in the wood;
a restless spirit glowering,
depending on the mood;
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they touch
not deep enough to feel.
their love,
a show of lust.
...

the place where poetry resides
what mortal soul can tell?
'twere easier to say whence comes a dream.
what course the wind of heaven rides,
...

the light invaded darkness once that was.
its brightness lay to waste the perfect night,
and blackness stained, blood seeping through the gauze
which hides a wound, while crimson rose on white
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there is
no such a thing as me.
that is - if God be infinite,
it seems a blatant blaspheme
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a life well lived is fraught with stains.
some are forever set,
and last beyond remembrance of their cause.
like grassy green on favorite jeans
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consider the wind;
it's soft caress,
the subtle scents it wears...
consider the lulls
...

god resides in simple things;
the fragrance of rain on the wind

the dazzles of dew drops
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i'm sure i've never been a deer;
not buck, nor fawn, nor yearling doe.
i may have been a cat, perhaps,
but nothing quite so tame as that
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soft, warm, grey wool drawn across the skies,
a comforter that morning snuggled under,
snoring low, while waiting for sunrise;
horizons westward billowing with thunder.
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let there be light!
let there be poetry!
let there be muses each soul to inspire!
let there be night!
...

six kittens play at chase;
a frantic, frenzied game of tag.
they tear across the floor
as tho their tails
...