Wednesday, November 27, 2019

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MAYBE A POEM SWEETHEART
Once i was young, and the moon,
Round and complete, lured my sigh
Many a night in a darkening swoon
There she was, round and ever so high.

Fantasy soared, jump, touch that moon
Bright-cold or pale-gold-hot
Growing takes eons and eons, none too soon
Her texture to know; maybe, maybe not.

There was no need of space ships then
Nursery rhymes could achieve so much
Her pages opened, and that was when
The words flew it passengers as such

Once too, our love was young
The two of us holding hands, looking
We basked in our favourite song
And there was the moon, full round watching.

Some such innocence tugs at the heart
Maybe a poem to write then, sweetheart.
MAYBE A POEM SWEETHEART © gillena cox 2019


Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Longing
Prompted by Sumana


REVISIT
27 November 2018
27 November 2016
27 November 2015


ENJOY THE MUSIC
Regina Belle - This Is Love

18 comments:

  1. This is such a free spirited poem with a tinge of heartache. 'Longing' in its beauty.

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  2. Thank you for your appreciation Sumana

    Much­čĺ×love

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  3. Love! To reach the moon, to write the poem, to find the love --in our youthful leaps "There was no need of space ships."

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  4. Thanks for your appreciation Susan

    Much­čĺ×love

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  5. Lovely to remember those times when we and love were young and so full of dreams. Beautiful, Gillena.

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  6. A sweet and satisfying poem ... perhaps because it culminates in the writing of a (this) poem!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Rosemary

      Much­čĺ×love

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  7. Thanks for your appreciation Sherry

    Much­čĺ×love

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  8. When we were young and full of spice! Great poem.

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  9. Thanks for dropping by Toni

    Much ✏love

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  10. Gillena,

    I loved the dreamy innocence in your poem...I too often long for those easier times, when the pace of life once allowed time to dream.. a longing..

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Eileen

      Much✏love

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  11. RW thanks for dropping by

    Much✏love

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  12. Lovely writing and wistfulness in this, Gillena!

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  13. Thanks for your appreciation Sara

    Much✏love

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