Here I lie...Waiting Tight linen strips bind me, My eyes, they cannot see All is dark, A moonless night, The inner sanctuary. My lips, they cannot move, Clamped shut and bound, Silence rides the still, stale air. Confined within the sarcophagus, My veins run dry, My muscles lay motionless, My heart a cold, broken lump Of misery. Patiently, I await the Black Beetle, Knowing it shares my tiny space. Oh, Scarab! Release me, set me free! Resurrection calls my name. Dena L Moore February 4, 2001 Here I Lie...Waiting appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Here I lie...Waiting Tight linen strips bind me, My eyes, they cannot see All is dark, A moonless night, The inner sanctuary. My lips, they cannot move, Clamped shut and bound, Silence rides the still, stale air. Confined within the sarcophagus, My veins run dry, My muscles lay motionless, My heart a cold, broken lump Of misery. Patiently, I await the Black Beetle, Knowing it shares my tiny space. Oh, Scarab! Release me, set me free! Resurrection calls my name. Dena L Moore February 4, 2001 Here I Lie...Waiting appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
