MOON POESY
What a large large moon i exclaimed
To the offering of a night sky long planned
A stunning moon greeted my stares
From a distance still to me unfathomable
When that bright moon seared my thoughts
I stared in wonder for this was a night
A moonlit course of opening my heart
To the shadowy foibles encased in poesy
Is there ever a moon on high not loving
A poet's soul not witholding a swooning
MOON POESY © gillena cox 2016
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I love the final couplet and the way you presented it in the graphic.
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Lovely poem. Very nice imagery.
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Nice reading, Gillena, while thinking of the powers of the larger moons. I have an affinity for them, some say that I then will grow fangs, howell to the moon, and bite the ladies on their necks. We just went through one last week. It grew from sliver to your immense globe very fast.
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I love the idea of moon poesy, Gillena! I do love those lines:
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To the shadowy foibles encased in poesy'
and, of course, the final couplet!
Thanks for your appreciation Kim
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Thanks for dropping in Jim, I did see the October Super moon, I was on my way to the theatre that night
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Very cool. The moon does indeed inspire many poets and poems.
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Not witholding a swooning! That is wonderful, also true. :)
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Nothing like a moon to inspire a good swoon. :)
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No, I'm sure there never is! I love every word of this.
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