CAMPING ALONE BITTERLY IN LOVE
The moon came up
Rode a rough trail
Through a gravel bed
Cries of the insect world in darkness
Beyond the boundary of caring
Oppressive beating wings, like fever
Smothered flames, smoke
And the lights are clearer
Shall I wish on you
I offer stony silence
You touch the pulse of God
While I suffer
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“Moon rode a rough trail” is wonderful imagery. The whole first stanza is solid magic.
Agree, first stanza is magic. The muse often tricks us like this to test our ability to sustain our talent line after line.
I, too, especially love the first stanza.
Great job on this one! I enjoyed it. Also agree with others on the first stanza! Wow.