Posted in Poetry

Circling the Sun

Unaccustomed beauty
Sad the moon singing who will
wax a symphony?

Beauty could but chant
With enormous ache drunken
Urge yet wane all the same

The shadow woman
Her bitter hair wants meaning
Driving death bare armed

Soaring summer sky
Worship with a frantic wind
Rip thy garden gown

© Jillys 2016

Walt is tending bar over at the Poets Pub where we are taking 
brush and watercolor in hand to create a character sketch.
Come join us!


A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

17 thoughts on “Circling the Sun

      1. Big Laugh here! Actually, Walt, when I write nursery rhymes, they are called Silly Jilly’s – I consider it high praise – maybe a Freudian thing 🙂 -still laughing –


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