The moon is high, and full in the sky, but casts no glow tonite.
The accustomed comfort of cold and chill is replaced with a luke-warmth of disconcerting ambiance, as if the earth had coughed.
Her stressed breath fills the night air.

-Atym
©2007

Awhile back I sent in one of my own poems to poetry.com, but as i began to explore the site, and the poems in the top rankings, my opinion and respect of the organization slightly dropped to say the least. Because of this, i didn't pay much attention to their 'invitation' to join the International Poets Soceity($60 enrollement fee, no thank you), ( Read more... )