Sunday, June 10, 2018


We mated,
plaited our hair,
and painted the cave walls eggshell white.

Stars rose,
did stints in rehab.

We constructed fine cathedrals
to house our candles -
let there be light!

we pine
for authentic dark.


Magaly Guerrero said...

We are strange creatures, we humans... the way we destroy and destroy so much, and they wail over the destruction that drowns us.

The last stanza is brilliant.

Sioux Roslawski said...

MZ--You can do incredible things in just 12 short lines.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

As always, you speak truth in a few powerful lines. Wonderful, MZ.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Excellent - loved the turn at the end.

Fireblossom said...

I like the cathedrals for housing candles.

willow_switches said...

clenching, for the bite and bitterness .... yet could there be light without darkness?

far too many pine and long for the darkness, yet have never (lucky for them) - wandered right into the hellish depths and come out of it, at least not incredibly scarred. Some not at all.

Sometimes, I think it's a bit weird, almost like "mockery" - and it strikes me as odd, that those we most "relate" to when they are suddenly gone, are often, complete strangers in our lives, and yet through their own ways, the truly strong in voice and creativity, mean more to us than those we call "near and dear" - makes me wonder what this says about us, generally? How fragile and fractured we are.

Powerful poem. I like the layers and the crunch to this. And the unexpected - like the second stanza.