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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'

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 LOVE WITH WINTERAgainst my skin does Winter press her frozen lips,
I can taste the ambrosia from her soul she drips,
and the ruby skirmishes that bleed from berries askewed
on gnarled vines, tumble unhealed in many forgotten hues,
among the lacings of frost on the grass Winter smiles
a promise of renewal, from her the angels learn to beguile.

The Wind undresses my hurt for the healing to begin,
among the snowflakes I see my reflection gleaming within,
on my tongue I catch them, tasting of angel food cake
and champagne bubbling where they rest in snowy crates,
the soft slant of her light my spirit dares to climb,
seeking her token warmth, in Winter

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

SHIPWRECKEDEven on the driest of days I am wet,
you still scent my skin with stormy skies
and the rain that clings to your footsteps,
your eyes-a warm shower that melts the
frost from my horizon, your voice-a cloud
burst that fills my pores when sighs are
not enough, my thoughts are a mist that
drifts like a lost soliloquy onto your side
of the Sea, tenderly dissipating in the
rainy haze of every kiss, but your love
was more a trickle than a downpour, leaving
my phials half-dry with Desire, my waters
rising without my floodgates being released
to enjoy the fathoms of no regret...but
dew still clings to my petals and more
than a few drops

SPIDER SPIRITIn the labyrinthine Dark my soul sits,
catching the silver spirals from the
spinning universe, my soul sits in the
center of its own web, weaving from
its own entrails, my spirit is a spider,
needing no other tools than my own
creative impulse, my arachnid balance
of Sensitivity and Strength, my spirit
is a spider always weaving a web of
its own eccentric design, the infinite
energy that combines fluid and form,
the evolution of energy that is my life,
from it I weave, I spin, I feel with
senses spider-sensitive, I touch the
world spider-like, I experence every
vibration and tenderest touch where
the world and the universe me

WHERE THE STARS ALWAYS SHINEI'm going home, I hear the Stars call my name
rhythmic as they spill from the Cosmos' teacup,
goodnight wishes they scatter into my bedroom
scene-where I lay my lines dissolving into the
structure of a poem, up at the Stars I stare,
a lingering treasure of divinity shining their
wealth down on me, I hear my poet's heart beat
in time to the Stars I hang up on my mind's
clothesline, waiting for their liquid light to
dry so I can gather them into words, softly
scenting my head with their gifts of imagination
and supernova metaphors, I hope to one day
personify the rhythm and rhyme plundering up
my spine with their starry intertwine

LADY WINTERLady Winter's fury is unbridled,
her somber sceptre is sheathed in ice
and endures the high drama of her Season's
rude passage, softly she ascends upon
snow-laden wings to where a remembrance
of frost lingers upon the naked bud and
bloom, flowers that once hungered for
a bee's honeyed pledge upon their blushing
petals-now sleep and wait for the Day
when they will be adored by the Sun again,
until then all they find in their sweet
slumberous nest is Solitude's tune, echoing
through Winter's pristine bridal boudoir,
it is here that the waning Light loses
and the waxing Night wins.

December 29, 1998
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight

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

THIS SIDE OF THE MOONOn this side of the Moon I exist, giving kisses
to your reflection I glimpse in the confectionary
rush of Night, but you don't see me so impending
wishes I fold beneath my skin with the Desire
skimming the surface of unrestrained storms,
oh how I wish I could fall into you like the
soft pelts of autumn rain that fall into me,
dilating my eyes with Starlight, in unstable
upheaval I sit on the brim of a lonely Star
with just a freckle of a dream making me weak
with longing, anticipating the weight of Sky
my thoughts are guided by the moonlit wash I see
streaming from your side of the Moon, and again
I wonder do you wish to pasteuri

DARKEST STARShe exists in an inevitable vacancy, a Dark Star
shining beneath my skin, frayed by these undone
laces of Pain where only emotion-broken and liberating
-climax my secret heartache with the tears of a
lifetime and circumstances that still leave their
shadows inside me, stalking my Dark Star where
she writes...but her last rhythmic blow of light
guides me outward to align my vulnerability with
the blood-ink of the Universe, and there my soul
sips the starry spill of the Milky Way as I stretch
myself from Star to Star, searching to pluck out
the words where they imbed themselves in me, deep-
seated nettle and lyrics of white, I can f

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

MUSES OF MOONLIGHTAs the Night navigates by the cobwebs and ivy,
and the shadows blanket my still glowing nude,
I hear the dew that cling to my dreams, shimmering
with the fragrant gauzy buzz of cicada wings,
the Stars my pillow-they cushion my narrow slice
of reality so I may wander wild among the tangled
growth-where every unfurling leaf catches a poem
and legends linger in the corners of Moonbeams,
unsettling the dust from the shadows so I can dream
continuously, a perfect repose of chameleon mood
eclipses me as I skewer my heart with my quill,
writing out my last bloodbeat I dedicate it
to those Muses of Moonlight I navigate by...

May 29, 2012

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

A MURDER OF INNOCENCEI thought I heard it, a cry torn from an
innocent throat, the Night's luminous fringe
was blemished by the wicked sounds of cruelty
cannibalizing the innocent, broken cries
pitching high pain and fear were all she had
to give as her life was raped by a monster,
cold and cowardly he cloaked his cruel crime
in shadow, this innocent's light soon flickered
as another blow left her broken, her innocence
raped, a soul purely bled died this Night...
and the Silence that followed was so chilling
and final...and I cried as I heard this murder
of innocence, I cried for she who no longer cried.

May 29, 2012
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A SECOND LIFEThough not without its thorns a second life grows,
the petals are not torn as Love invades the soul;

Pulsing electric blue every vein is enhanced,
by the hot horizon of Passion's every glance;

Beauty must blossom in hearts that glow,
purely and truly, the cure they know;

To kill the weeds of bitter regret,
those hearts win for Love is the bet;

Like roses, so hearts must make friends,
with tender and thoughtful stems that bend;

Like gardens, Love must be watched and watered,
lest it loses its shape for a care once faltered;

For these hearts their beauty must remain fair,
if Love's second life they ever wish to share.

December 30,

THE LANGUAGE OF SILENCEThough speech is shadowless and Time will deceive,
Silence is the language enriched by Eternity's belief;

Colors beguile and dance to clothe the unspoken sigh,
it is speech that refuses to listen to Silence's prize;

Reflections can only be seen when there is no outer trace,
and Thoughts can only be heard when inward you face;

It is then Prayer makes Peace an art to pursue,
when Twilight balances the scale of contrast and hues;

Silence is subtle, you may not recognize her face,
until you listen to the evening solitaries you embrace;

Then Colors become more than superficial names,
when deep waters subside and Fear is a dowsed Flame;

A LITTLE ALCHEMYThe Moon shines her alchemy down on me,
showering crimson splinters into my eyes
-but I do not feel any fleeting sear of
Pain or Fear's iron vice, I am naked as
I stand before her, my white flesh kissing
the Dark-tempting Eternity's lips-touching
the Moon with my human frailties, my heavy
carapace of Depression that once pressed
down on me until scarlet tears ran from
my hungry pupils-it lifts and I can see
the silver flakes dusting my skin-piercing
my blood-the Moon tapers my bones into
Dark and Light, two halves of the same
heroine surviving Fate so she may steeple
her Destiny, my birth is awakened as I bathe
in the Moon's et

MY POET'S HEARTThis world disorients me, out of step I am skinless here
without a compass of compassion to guide me free of fear,
but my emotions I immortalize, recording prettily there
with my heart that beats a poem inked with bloody cares.

My love and hurt I lease, from my soul burns the Passion
that seeks a display through Time's fickle fashion,
from my inner eye I write what others fail to dismay,
a small world of my own existing in me, far away.

Igniting like Autumn memories thrown upon hot coals
so do these inspirations seep from the pores of my soul,
the words I struggle to speak, on paper they define my heart
so others may see this treas

BUTTERFLIES AND STRAWBERRIESIf the Sun embraced the Shadows, would whispers
of warmth be the lifespan that flutters from me?
With citrus lips sipping me to pretty pieces
my Silence is liquefied, my taste is still young
even as my moist skin is broken and the leftover
appendages of Innocence draws me into a new vein,
and as colors die in the caffeinated sounds of
my soul-sticking to me with toffee fingertips-
I watch my butterfly friends die silent and single,
their delicious flame burnt out on my tangerine
tongue, I wonder what I need to do to be light
and good as a butterfly listening on powdery wing?
How can I be small like a strawberry clinging
to her vi

SUGARY SPIDER GOODBYES

You hurt me more than you will ever know,
I was here, you did not see, only what was wrong,
cruel words lashed the reeds broken in my soul,
my blood has bled its last, it has made me strong.

When kind Trust is slighted, it suddenly dies
and damsel Love is no longer what she seems,
then it's time to bid bittersweet goodbyes,
my heart forbidden, has lost is moonbeams.

My tears are all I have and this gaping hole,
as goodbyes with sugary spiders I achingly bake,
my heart has loved its last, this pain I'll always know,
sipping teacup memories, my strength I will not forsake.

September 13, 2010

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TO AUTUMN, WEARIED OF HIS TAIL

by ~NocturneJewel, Apr 19, 2012, 4:28:19 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Autumn, Autumn, my little boy gecko
blazing brighter than the Twilight Sun,
faster by far you are than the falling
toy of Autumn leaves-but sweeter than
maple sugar you can be, on a day as
subtle as the retreat of Winter's shade
you must have been in a restless mood,
full of sprintime spunk and fiesty show,
for when I attempted to remove you from
your rustic home so I may complete my
cleansing duties you put on a show of
such freaky woe I had never seen before!

Autumn, Autumn, wearied of your tail
you must have been for my maternal care
failed to calm the panic fluttering in
your little breast-until finally you
dropped your slender tail, with sad
surprise I watched it flop and twitch
as it slowly died from being separated
from its native owner, and only then
did a friendly calmness luxuriate in you,
how your mood fluctuates like the dear
season I named you for, Autumn, oh Autumn,
wearied of your tail you must have been!

April 14, 2006
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved.

TO AUTUMN, WEARIED OF HIS TAILby ~NocturneJewel

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Written in 2006 after Autumn, my male crested gecko at the time, suddenly dropped his tail when I was trying to remove him from his tank so I could clean it. It was the first time I ever saw this happen. I guess I surprised him...and then he surprised me.

I like the flow and rhyme of this poem.

*TheDarkenedBride May 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

wow, that must have been a rare sight to say the least...

~NocturneJewel May 19, 2012

Haha, actually it turned out to be not so rare a sight!

This gecko was the first that I saw drop his tail but he wasn't the last. I think I've seen this about 6 times since I wrote this poem in 2006. Very shocking sight, to see this tail twitching around on the floor.

*TheDarkenedBride May 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

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lol

~Avenvia Apr 26, 2012 Student Writer

Tail dropping sounds a little creepy! I liked the style of the narrating voice in this, though; it made it seem humorous and a good description of such a strange event!

~NocturneJewel Apr 26, 2012

You're back! I've missed hearing from you, I hope you're well and having fun over there...

It's quite a sight to see, when a lizard drops its tail. It twitches and convulses on the floor like some alien life form! (The tail, not the lizard I hope).

I'm glad you liked the way I wrote this poem and thanks for the favorite.

~Avenvia Apr 27, 2012 Student Writer

I've been very busy, and not long until summer so I'll be busier still! It's my birthday next week so I doubt I'll be around much then since I'm going out of town for a few days to celebrate it.

That... sounds very strange. I'm glad people don't do that!

~NocturneJewel Apr 27, 2012

I'll wish you Happy birthday now then!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I hope you have a wonderful day filled with lots of love and chocolatey delights!

~Avenvia Apr 27, 2012 Student Writer

Wow, thank-you! I know it must be my second year of being on this account coming up too, because it was a few days before my birthday that I made it. Only I didn't tell anyone cuz I didn't want to sound self-centered

~NocturneJewel Apr 27, 2012

Is this your 19 or 20th birthday? That's a big one, you're no longer a teenager! I hope you have lots of fun!

My birthday's coming up on May 25 and I've started to think what I wanted to do this year, and I'm not sure...

~Avenvia Apr 27, 2012 Student Writer

My nineteenth; no quite twenty yet! Not sure I'm looking forward to my twentieth, since I really won't feel like a kid anymore then...

Ah, what do you normally do? I normally hate to go out or celebrate it at all, really. I don't like being the centre of attention

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