30 April 2012

Absolution

night sky with tide
Image from alumroot












Let the night moon come
And pull her ocean flow
Up to my shoulders,
Cozy and damp.

I know her ebb will pull away
The residue of my deeds.
Sink my sins
To the bottom of the sea.
I feel wet and forgiven,

But tempted.
I am still a man,
And she has
The power of the moon.
I breathe in my temptations.
The moon will return
With her watery absolution
In twelve more hours.

Submitted at Poets United's Poetry Pantry.

2 comments:

  1. Sort of like confession, eh? Sins forgiven and then you can go and sin some more!

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  2. I quite often tie my feelings to the tide of another...

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