National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: The Final Segment

“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” I might have never believed that I would do it when I started writing a poem a day. However, I am here, with my last segment, wrapping…

Night break pt.II

The twisted woods enveloped,In lifeless gray haze,The night ever so motionless,An indomitable maze, Woody naked branches,And their distorted canopies,Dark flowers bleeding down,On leafless, dying trees. The forest floor rustling,Under chilling, voiceless screams,So realistically fictitious,Like sombre lucid dreams. Weirdly humid,But every breath so icy cold,Frostbite on our cotton cheeks,And fear manifold. The feeling of being watched,From…

Night break pt.I

The glorious pines stand,In their battle scarred gowns,Taller into the starry sky,Belligerent and brown. A mystical aura,Drifting through the air,Ambrosial and damp,Complementing the moon’s flair. Enchanting music plays,From the orchestras in the sky,Little flickering fireflies fly,as the old peaks sit by. Gurgling creeks of silver flow,Laden with fish and toads,As this verdant moss ever so…

A moonlight tryst

I so tasted the night my love,As it trickled down from goblets of fading sunsTo my parched, longing throat.Into a warm,Melancholy embrace. Deeper,And deeper,And deeper-To every ounceOf my blood. Metal lingeredAt the back of my tongue.The silver of moonlightRan through my veins.My skin lit up,With the touch of a thousand glowing stars,My eyes gazed rapt,In…