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THE SCENT OF A SEASONHe pours coffee into his next kiss-
and sugar too, chasing the meekness
from her skin's milky goodness with
his undressing heat, oh how sweet
she tastes, this monsoon shaped by
Summer Skies, breathlessly he gazes
at her-how her bare skin unzippered
by Yesterday's hurt-now slips away
and reveals her peachcream blushes,
he remembers the length of her coolness
pressed warmly against his organic
wardrobe, her sachet scenting his memory
to forget any other season than hers,
the clouds roll in, gnashing their
teeth against the violent loosening
of their thick pedigree, and the air
grows wet like trees uprooted by the
drowning of d

FORSAKENED-NEVERDaylight was never new to me, the hemline
of her hours was always too high, and I was
the dusky murmur that sought the shelter
of some nocturnal retreat, Daylight has never
been my friend, her Sun scorched my Silence
and rattled my Stillness, she was too proud
to follow my natural resonance so she banished
my eyes to the outskirts of reality-curtailing
the tempo of my possibility-while her highways
rushed with the exhaust of her artificial
relays, Daylight was never kind to me, her
rays blemished my blossom with too much cheery
Sun and not enough moony cascade, she could
never understand the magic I invoked from the
secret place

SLITHERS IN THE SANDWhen brassy Days overbrim your cup with strange clamor
can you feel me brush your cheek where many tears laid
their sorrow, can you hear the whispers of my ghostly enamor
as you weep for another memory never to fade?

When Nights skim the surface of your silent pleasures
my love is still there, a violet rarity few others have shared,
can you feel me with you, filling you with the treasure
of our piece of Eternity, can you feel my sighs in the air?

When Dawn fades to Dusk and in nocturnal hours you hide,
can you sense my lingering spirit and feel my embrace
cool against your heat, your candlelit writings I have spied,
do you know it'

SUMMER DISTILLERYSummer left me distilled, a sigh riding the
nape of hummingbird wings-until I found new
meaning curling beneath my breasts, I will
always remember the kisses I stole from the
pores of a fragile Sky, and breaths arching
against rainbows freshly bedded, I yearned
to drink them in with my eyes until my Silence
was drunken happy, but my tongue had split
into starlight as the memory of you fluttered
beneath my skin with the scarlet singe of
hummingbird wings, now a year gone mad later
...the fire no longer burns the skin away
from my swollen moon, it has simmered down
into a slow steady smoulder in which I dip
my faithful quill to wr

IF TEARS WERE WISHES...I cried a million tears and more
a constellation to fit into Eternity's store,
and if each tear were a scarlet love-knot
in the cord that ties my heart to yours caught,
without rest I will follow this otherworldly lane
of tears and knots leading me back to you again.

If tears could build a bridge from here to there
and memories were stairs I could ascend with care,
then from Earth to Heaven would not seem very far
to go to bring you back again, my kindred heart,
and if tears were wishes shining like a star above
then I would wish you here with me, my kinsmet love.

July 23, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved

MY POET'S BLOODSHEDIn the Night I flay the skin off my soul
with the bloody end of my faithful quill,
the explosion of my emotion sharpens my skill
into another poetic bloodshed, again I cannot
sleep-I can hardly stand under the weight
of my tears resurrecting another memory from
my body's misused tissue, my heart oh please
don't break before another poem I bleed onto
this virgin paper, pale and cold it waits...
waiting for my sorrow to dismantle my treasury
of Hurt into multi-jeweled words for people
to read and appreciate their bloodshed splendor,
freshly plucked from my flesh, I gouge out my
eyes and fill their sightless sockets with
Innocence

THE SILENT SWANThe Sea's blue breathing womb gave birth
to all creatures, giving life to Silence,
speech to the Unconscious, sight to the
Blind, but something extraordinary also
emerged from out of the Sea's native waters
-a swan emerged, she was the most exquisite
and glorious bird that the Waters of Life
had ever birthed, her Beauty shone like
supple silver, so pure that it stole the
speech and sight of all worldly creatures
who gazed upon her singular greatness,
but this swan was born a mute, as mute
as unwritten paper, she had no halcyon
voice, she had no living note to sing.

She lived with her heart speaking from her
eyes-in her gracefu

IN THE ROOTS OF WINTERIn the roots of Winter I walk, haunting her
sugarcane soul with the warm white of my inner
glow, the freshly clear air rejuvenates me
with the Purity that I must carefully maintain
in mittened hands, snowflakes fall from the
Sky's open arms and bead my brow ambrosia white,
I hear the muffled cake of snow underfoot,
settling over the Silence...fluttering pale
like pages torn free when Dusk browses through
the shadows that bandage my sorrow, my ruin
she fills with tea and poetry, a candle of Solitude
is all I carry to light my way through her miles of
frosty hue, but I'm not afraid of the gathering
Darkness or the icy evergreen tha

CALL OF THE MERMAIDTwilight defuses my mind with color, carving me
open until my seadrift veins split apart like
the clouds vanilla and lavender, out leaks a sweet
peppery memory of when I laid on the beach and
glimpsed a village in the surf, around my neck
I wore a chain of Stars, they kept my Imagination
warm as I remembered basking on a pearly-shelled
beach, seaspray aquamarine glistened in my sunkissed
tresses, the minutes were sand trickling through
the hourglass of Days, and my Days were a shimmering
shell that I held to my conch ear and listened
to the call of the Mermaid, pure as can be.

She came to me, laughter tickling open the oyster
she

INNER SANCTUMReflections crimson and cream-with some purple
musings too-I am the kiss that the Twilight leaves
to linger on my home's humble shingles, the many
halcyon sirens my soul spies stirs in me, a place
of vibrant reflection and resounding introspection,
where drowsy Sunsets sheathe themselves in the
prelude of Moontides, and the air I breathe colors
my inner sanctum with the visions only I can see,
scribbling people into existence with the amorous
virtues of my pen, goading me to write from the
shadows where I reside, libating indigo passages
with whispers of willful white, how could I not
love myself, every spider weave that catches m

A TEACUP OF TEARSSitting on the brim of a teacup I see the
token of my wasted emotion, a teardrop flawlessly
shed when I shattered from too much absent care,
now tears feed my anorexic torment, and I stare
in the mirror at a girl not really here but just
an unsung echo the shadows had coaxed apart,
memories hollow out the Eternity from my eyes
as they internalize my sleepless pain, I look
at the scars that dehydrate the sweet nectar
of my Purity and my face crumpled with derelict
Sorrow...and I wonder what am I doing to myself,
wasting my sobs in the blur of a mistake that
now silhouettes my mind, my sanity grows thinner
as I find another splinte

A CHAMELEON OF WORDSA snakeskin of words I slip over my soul
like a sleeve, though teary-stained its
transparent shine may be, in me each scale
shimmers like an iridescent path that I
must follow, the Silence that I encounter
is a spiraling river of honeymilk, she is
even sweeter once I have familiarized myself
to her melodious hybernation, sticky upon
my lips, I can taste the whispers she left
to linger in me, whispers caught in a flurry
of my soul's pages like a flutter of light
caught between a snake's scales, shining
inward, I make my descent where nothing but
simpleness is the richest treasure I have
unearthed from my reptilian soil, where one

CANDLELIGHT HAUNTINGSDragons, those immortal guardians of Fire
and Treasure, I see them in the candleflame
flickering tongues of Immortality, they haunt
the Silence that clings to the Darkness,
I could never be indifferent to them or the
insanity that comes to me in my awkward hours,
it is then I am most comfortable, my home
flickers with the dragons that live in the
candleflame, and Yesterday's blue halcyon
rain makes me wet with unrequited Desires.

Dragons, how I love their smoldering licks that
transform the shadows into words, and me into
the weeping resemblance of a normal person, but
being normal is death to my awkward brilliance
-I am a match

MIDSUMMER NUPTUALSIn waters languidly aching she laid cool
and casual, she laid there awaiting renewal,
a pale defiant tune-the last serenade of
her swan's song-the Night breathed in her
youthful beguile and the Moon sated herself
on her spirit awhile, ethereal eyes blinked
back these nuptuals of Midsummer, turning
her skin to scent and her limbs to smoke,
capturing the ghostly glow of her translucent
bloom before Death had left Life so askewed.

In waters languidly blue she gave up her life,
to a stranger who tumbled her name through the
river reeds lowly slung against her bare beauty,
leaving her carelessly sprawled to the Night
who knew her sec

I WANT TO BE A UNICORNSome say they want to see a unicorn and see the magic that be,
but I want to be a unicorn and be the unfurling magic I see,
an innocent child of nature, my lunar goodness I will reflect
in every rippling current my horn annoints, evil I will deflect
far from me and those who believe in the power of a pure heart
I will come to them, brightening their shade with my mythic art.

I want to be a unicorn and be the magic that is me,
goodness spiraling outward from my being others will see
-and the gentle wisdom reflected in my new moon eyes,
I will live my life with a pure heart sweet and silvery-dyed
by the enchantment spun by the forest

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A CONSTELLATION OF SCARSUpon my skin I have carved Star after Star,
sewn together in this abused tissue and misused sinew
they chart the path I had taken, a Constellation of Scars
glimmer on my skin, slices of silver that whisper too few
earthbound eclipses for me to see by, but I stitch a reply
with the 39 pinpricks of light that escape my veins,
was Virgo with me that Night when my maidenhead cried?
Did she cry too when I tried to rescue my maiden's remains
from being a sacrifice to Solstice Fires? Artemis was there,
but in the aftermath so was Regret and Remorse I realized,
so now I carve Star after Star in my flesh no longer fair,
a Constellation of Scars haunti

BLOODY TEARSIn the Day I've worn a thousand faces,
each one chips away at my soul and leaves me
searching to turn my Fear into another trinket
less Fragile, I must gather together my broken
pieces before others can see how often I bleed
-sometimes not so prettily, but always it's a
delicasy-I feel so exposed in the Day, I feel
threatened by people and the eyes of society
that look down on me from malevolent Skies,
I know they would murder my insanity with a
conventional dose of sanity if they had the
chance, I know they would sterilize my bloody
quill, I make them uncomfortable it's true,
I see how they shudder when I stumble...
I must take care to cry

WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS...Seek me not in the grave serenaded shallow,
or by the mood of blades bleeding rust,
but when the Sky descends onto your soul
caressingly open, and Solitude quivers with
a nocturnal pitch you have not discovered yet,
I will come to you when the Moon has drunk
the wine and her halo eclipses your deepset
thoughts, I will be the reverie you seek
when you gaze into the Twilight-whispering
for your recovery from the Sorrow that embroiders
your Spirit into a rainy-hued evanescence,
I will be there-when the last of the dew
dries into a Dream, silvery thawed like
the Shadows that bask in my temperate gaze.

When the lotus seduces the Stars to leave
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HATCHING WITH THE DAWN

by ~NocturneJewel, Mar 17, 2012, 3:45:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

One May Morning I tasted the Dawn with her rosy
nuptuals, trembling and weeping and breathing
through the vestal veins of my home, I tasted
the Dawn, tissue-tied to my bridal senses, I tasted
her, I felt her, with cream and crimson carnations
heightening my Poet's circulation I lived her,
as my eyelids opened and left behind the poverty
of dry absence-my heart was maternally moistened,
my newly awakened eyes were liberally misted by
the stimulating sight I saw, the precious sight of
Odyssey's eggs caught in the perfect pose of hatching.

One by one little heads appeared, slicked wet by
the silent oozing of their egg fluid, thick like
marmalade they oozed clear and glistening, slowly
did little life start to emerge from this primal
break in their eggshell womb, with tiny flickering
tongues they tasted the texture of the newly born
Day, of an uncertain world they were preparing to
slither into, and with each fleshly flicker of their
tongues they touched the canvas of my heart-washed
clear in the tears of Creation, my Poetry pours
pure from my heartbeat river, a dewy rainbow rhythm
full of the birthing essence of Milk and Blood,
these little snakelings that are as freshly born
as the Dawn, they are the precious children of
my enduring Love, my Faith, my Hope.

June 7, 2006
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.

HATCHING WITH THE DAWNby ~NocturneJewel

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I wrote this poem in 2006 during my first year of having little snake babies. It was such an amazing experience to wake up one morning, checking on my eggs, and seeing little snake heads peeking through the tiny slits they made in their egg shells, and flicking their tongues through the slits too!

It's getting very close for my current snake eggs to hatch...they're 7.5 weeks old and all look well. I can tell they're getting close to hatching because some are starting to dimple inwards. Snake eggs start to lose their perfect oval shape and start to dimple inwards a few days before hatching. This is because the yolk is being absorbed into the snakeling's body.

This is such an exciting time. I've been checking on the eggs several times a day.

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*CeeNova Apr 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Loved it! I just love poems about new life--you captured the essence of birth and the pure beauty of it perfectly!

~NocturneJewel Apr 19, 2012

Thank-you Charissa!

Seeing new life take place in my home touches my heart so deeply...

*halcyonshores Apr 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I know you have welcomed new, beautiful life already and this poem, is yet another wondrous hymn
your Beautiful soul sings for the world to listen to and hope with.

~NocturneJewel Apr 17, 2012

Again, you've touched me with your kindness and beautiful words! Thank-you for your beautiful friendship here...

*halcyonshores Apr 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Right back at you, dear and loving Poetess.

*whimsicalworks Mar 20, 2012

A write so full of wondrous love and awe for the your snakeling babes. You make their delivery sound so special and touching, the reader can totally relate to your joy.

~NocturneJewel Mar 22, 2012

Thank-you! I'm happy that you liked this poem, the eggs are 8 weeks old and I'm still checking on them several times a day. Very exciting...

*whimsicalworks Mar 22, 2012

Is keeping so many exotic creatures part of your job, if not, it should be!

~NocturneJewel Mar 22, 2012

It's my love and my passion!
They're my family.

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