The Night Globe’s Heavy Skylids (A Poem About Midnight) Jeremiah Castelo
A Poem About Midnight
Dark the night will heavy
once my draping eye lids melt south
along the tired open sky
Winter works wearily
Inside this snow globe of mine
Dawn is a desert dream we of
while drowning in midnight
A herald’s horizon of light looms
lonely above the vacancy vast;
how wide the deeper black
Scattered stars and city lights
pepper my blackened canopy white
A lament of the sun
spoke true by the moon
receives well the snowy streets
on this beautiful, beautiful midnight
When the Earth Started to Moan (A Poem About Despair) by Jeremiah Castelo
A poem about despair, inevitable doom,
and the emotions that so aggressively intrude upon your soul
Thick gray clouds of smoke scorched the canvas sky
like the angry brush strokes of a frustrated artist
The earth’s labored moan echoed through fissures in the ground
like the last breath of a dying musician purged through a broken tuba
melodies magically fold ear lobes into origami shields
Anchors shackled to wrists and ankles;
he had drowned underneath the sound of everything else
She had been begging to be noticed, to be heard,
but she was in a foreign land, she spoke a foreign language,
and she donned the dress of a forbidden faction
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