I: Regret#
Regret, she dances, with her ever rhythm’d heart
Over silent stones during midnight mercurial;
In darkness sway, she swoons
As sharpened shoulders slouch.
Over flowing graves, the pale wraith weaves
her steps, for each life entombed provides
a section orchestra
raising noise as she struts.
Hollow hands hold out a beating drum to hear;
In steady words, her lover’s dirge is heard:
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Until tomorrow is no more.
There she spins, twirling arms,
A specter in the moon,
geometries of momentary
Incandescent form.
Oh, but for a single second more!
Alas, the fleeting minutes flow.
She harmonizes with borrowed hours,
Singing solemn songs.
The morning never comes;
She flutters all the while.
Eternal are the steps
Of Regret’s hypnotic moon-lit dance.
February 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
March 27, 2025 |
Rattle Poetry |
Rejected |