Shine Folly Moon
Chocolate blue, shine folly moon
Pant less after beauty that waxes
and wanes with every blink.
Spring shoots overhead as
Impulsive sea water rises
We must fade away with day
By bare back black ship rum
All crushed shadowy drunk
Tongues swim gorgeous lips
Smooth hips when sad can
Not see some use let me
Be but raw breasts and lust
Wax purple symphony
On our sweat petaled bed
Rocking in deathless waves
The rough draft came from The Oracle then got tweaked by half.
I am today’s host of dVerse. I say:
Write a poem using the word folly in it.
Tao Talk 
Goodness me, lovely, dark imagery, nice ending:
‘On our sweat petaled bed
Rocking in deathless waves’.
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Thank you very much, Francis :)
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This is amazing poetry, Lisa. I was blown away here by each word, especially these lines:
“Spring shoots overhead as
Impulsive sea water rises
We must fade away with day
By bare back black ship rum”
The rhythm is remarkable, and your penning is always wonderful. So many layers here. I find there’s solemnity and sadness in finding comfort with one another, but inevitably falling to death’s whims as seemingly evinced by the final two lines. I can also see some themes with lust and infatuation entwined in the middle verses. I could be very well wrong with my interpretation here, but either way, this is such a beautifully written piece. <3 <3 <3 <3 I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
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You have the whims and infatuations right here, Lucy. Glad you enjoyed reading, many thanks :)
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This is gorgeously worded, Lisa! I especially love; “Impulsive sea water rises/We must fade away with day/By bare back black ship rum.”💝
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Thank you very much, Sanaa. I was surprised The Oracle had rum! :)
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Your poem has pace and rhythm, Lisa, as well as alliteration that almost makes it a tongue twister in places. I especially enjoyed the richness of the lines:
‘All crushed shadowy drunk
Tongues swim gorgeous lips
Smooth hips…’
and the sensuous tone of:
‘…raw breasts and lust
Wax purple symphony
On our sweat petaled bed
Rocking in deathless waves’.
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Kim, thank you! I enjoy seeing through your eyes.
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I love how you used the dark imagery and yet made it playful… and with that image on the top it almost felt like a hallucination.
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Thank you very much, Bjorn! There is a thin — or no? — line between hallucination and the madness of infatuation, so perceptive of you.
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So cool…no, hot! Interesting how your process came up with a psychedelic poem, Lisa.
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The Oracle is the closest thing I can think of to what I would imagine a psychedelic experience would be. I tweaked it into to sense. Glad you enjoyed the read, Lynn. Thank you.
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I like the opening, as if to say, “So what, if it be folly!”
And then to go on to explain why, with such imagery.
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ha ha! Love your comment, Ken.
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This piece sings dances Lisa. It also rises and falls goes from darkness to light, wonderful variety in imagery and feeling. Well written well written!
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Rob so glad you enjoyed the dancing fancy of the poem, thank you.
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I read it. Then I read it again, out loud. Incantationally mesmerizing work, Lisa!
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:) The Oracle must have been feeling her oats tonight, Ron
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You had me at “let me be raw breasts and lust” . Initially, I felt like you were writing Greenberg “charms”; certainly a different turn and platform for you. A strong poetic for sure, with much noise between the lines.
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Glenn, maybe Greenberg was speaking through The Oracle…
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I love the riddling quality of this poem that draws us to participate in the textures, colors, sensations of inchoate passion. Brilliant as always, Lisa.
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You are very kind, thank you, my friend.
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I love this, the folly of the moon.
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A.K.A. The lunacy of lust!
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Seems you have a couple of themes going here.. Very well done Lisa. An interesting mix of lust and climate change! Hopefully it is only the first that is the folly!!
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Thank you much, Dwight, and agreed.
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kaykuala
All crushed shadowy drunk
Tongues swim gorgeous lips
Smooth hips when sad can
Love the way you tweaked it to make it somewhat mysterious, Lisa! The above words reflect those feelings.
Hank
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Thank you very much, Hank. Glad you like the mystery.
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Interesting poem.
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Thank you, Sadje :)
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You’re welcome Li. I look forward to reading your unique poems and stories
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:) You are appreciated!
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👍
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“Impulsive sea water rises
We must fade away with day”
I feel the movement throughout this whole poem, but it is great here. And the ending “rocking in deathless waves,” is so poignant! I’m a sucker for the moon.
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Glad you liked the movement and the ending, Tricia, thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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“Impulsive sea water rises
We must fade away with day”
I feel the movement throughout this whole poem, but it is great here. And the ending “rocking in deathless waves,” is so poignant! I’m a sucker for the moon.
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Beautiful description of the moon
Chocolate blue, shine folly moon
Pant less after beauty that waxes
and wanes with every blink.
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Reena, thank you very much.
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you’ve woven the tale in your prompt into an exotic rhyme of love lust and death … exceptional work Lisa!
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Many thanks, Kate.
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I so enjoyed it …
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:)
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I love the alliteration, assonance and rhythm of this poem, Lisa. There is a strong sensuousness and eroticism about it:
‘By bare back black ship rum’ – fantastic!
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:) Thank you very much, Ingrid!
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I recognised the Oracle in that one immediately!
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Channeling Greenberg and the Blue Moon….
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:)
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Great collage Jade. And the words are a perfect match, a fevered dream. (K)
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Indeed! Thank you very much, K.
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That first line drew me in and then I was in for an imagery laden verse ending dramatically with “Rocking in deathless waves” ! Wow, Li!
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:) Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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This left me breathless and dizzy!
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You must be in love! ;)
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