Night Muse -------------------------------------------
Let us dance our way out of the reliquary
of midnight calling.
it is the world that names us
if we must be beggars at the feast
we will show up ringing bells.
If we cannot set the world ablaze
we can sit and sigh our nothings
into one another's ear
delighting in our hunger
while our candle flames.
i like what you have set out here, Dale.
The work has a quiet voice and is classical in feel.
reliquary is a poem worthy word and that's one thing in which i wish i was more able, finding words that were the better match instead of those drawn from the few that i knew. looking is the answer there i suppose.
i like all the o's in this, the words roll gently overthemselves and oneanother like the movement akin to a flame.
i find the last lines particularly fine. the nobility of the idea, the swallow of humbleness underechoing the direness of the situation with the profoundness of the sentiment.
meh at my sentence contruction.... it's lovely. it's very nice.
The reliquiae requiem sounds so sweet , it has us prancing on our feet . Luridly livid allusion sings , of monetary fiscal things . Dexterously I wave my wand , with reality I would abscond . Leaving only dreams sweet caress , and what the stallion has professed . Elucubration sets the scene , while flaming banshees and harpies scream , how did he ever get so mean ? This wanton man that would be king .