SHY MOON
I paint my face on a shy moon,
Hoping to draw from her a swoon;
Quiet there, among shadowy cloud,
This night, tis made no doubt,
For magical thoughts hence to tether,
Fantasy, which may forever,
Etch admonitions for wanderers,
Their faces turned to night lumineers.
SHY MOON© gillena cox
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #30, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
This an apt poem... as sometimes I see the moon as shy. Even as a kid, before I knew better, I wondered why he didn't want us to see the other side. Have a grand week and thank you too for your kind words.! Have a grand day!
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English is a foreign (and not well knowed) language for me, but I enjoy the beauty of your poem.
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Thanks for dropping in and linking up Mascha
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Thanks for dropping my Michelle's place today and commenting on my poem. Nice to see you again!
ReplyDeleteLovely image to go with a beautiful poem today.
Happy you dropped in Donna
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