The Nighthawk's Poetry Corner

One: chorus of lightslovely singing For only the river forever and humbled I sit in the antiquated subway submerged To breathe the nights as all gloomwalkers try Two: eyes burn bright from the determined Snake's repititious journey into the waiting Empty purposes fulfilled drift upward like Smoke... Sign in to see full entry.

"Against whose playful writing are the words complaints? Made of paper is the attire of the countenance of every image" ---Ghalib Light through a paper veil has cast its spell, As in those days when moon and stars shone bright- Though words the seeds of actions I can tell No soul about the flowers... Sign in to see full entry.

Those last of simplicity Left towering about Cast great shadows Among the cliffbeds and Rivers cutting the Mountain slowly apart And in repose The engulfing geometry Of historical fiction Creates the embroidery Of Nightwhispers and Each alone we are amazed Sign in to see full entry.

despair those obsolete pieces of gentle shadow slipping quietly away Sign in to see full entry.

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The moon blue breaks The powdered stars On azure lakes Are scattered sheer And swimming sparkle far and near The shattered night Is gathered up And wakened hills Stretch in the gold Red purple morning fine and clear The powdered stars are swept away The moon blue yields to beauteous day The dew... Sign in to see full entry.

Moonshadow schematics creep, seep, Jungle-cat marauding Sign in to see full entry.

Observe dry highwaylights (lovely) intervals splashing On self-conscious ghostriders (and) through the Dividerwoodlands the crusaders of opposite intentions (still) Antlike drone as we do following (the) northstars of their Identities (beautiful) descending as petals discovering New paths to the... Sign in to see full entry.

When I have the) Feeling within me, you Becomes we (are not Alone) surrounded by Your absolute-silence- Weaving a carpet for: The sky shivers, cold On the bare floor (of this unlove, You,me,we smile)without Slippers, of starsnow- Flakes, (because the warmness Of these skystars will Melt into your,my... Sign in to see full entry.

first thoughts in the rain- swept grass spill from eyes that have gone dark and remind me of an ocean into which the stars have not yet fallen and ancient trees sing for their amber dissolved in the quicksand of remembering blue flowers and red kisses through smoke despotic sifting our beliefs and... Sign in to see full entry.