Strange Desires

Out of the wild woods,

The moon rose.

Out of her breast,

Rage on

Without remorse;



Love your mother

Young pearl diver

Of the bottomless blue.

When fresh winds call;

Release the

Poems of your heart,

As doves, watch them go.


Where whispers fall as

Strange desires,

Speak of this sight

And this alone.


In the mornings love

Of beginning,

Your lover sings

Of life’s young spring

And her womb

Is fecund with

New love and old.


Soft wind kissed,

But not woeful,

There is no shame

To seek;


And feigning innocence.


I strap my limbs

To the cause,

I hide in caves

As the planets battle

For supremacy of the sky,

Wandering around graves

In circular patterns.

Fit to drop

Into red rivers,

Way past

This worlds end.


Something calls

And tugs

At the heart’s shadow

And somehow,

Things unseen mean more.


The carnival

Is just beginning.



4 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    NIKOtheOrb said,

    The last two stanzas are my favorite! This almost speaks of Nature and the relationship of humans in and with nature (thus the planet, the universe, the beyond. . . the unknown). And it could also be read literally. Beautiful poem (as is usual). Your poetry would make the most wonderful lyrics or spoken word accompanied by ambient/atmospheric music.

    • 2

      leroywatson4 said,

      Thank you dear ONEx Wonderful to have such words of encouragement. I am just glad that you enjoyed reading them, hopefully as much as I enjoy writing them. Peace and Light, lee

  2. 3

    I have always been baffled by this painting. Your poem helps to elucidate it, Leroy–thank you.

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