bitter black moon
boils shadows and
ships hot red diamonds
worship is an apparatus
a tongue, a whisper
——
for
Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge
Oracle on the (Virtual) Refrigerator
floating and leaving no trace
bitter black moon
boils shadows and
ships hot red diamonds
worship is an apparatus
a tongue, a whisper
——
for
Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge
Oracle on the (Virtual) Refrigerator
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great poetry and format
Worship is an apparatus…. mmmmm, I love your poetry.
I’m glad you do. I always look forward to reading your comments. π
π I’m stuck on you, — like an arrow through the heart.
Excellent! Where have you been?
Vegas. I hadn’t been there since I was 18 — now I remember why. Lol.
with times what they seem to be these days (which are not so different than the older days), worship seems less the act of reverence and more the apparatus for actions against others, the whisper in the ear, “do it. they deserve it” such a bitter black moon.
Love those last 2 lines!
Thanks!