Open Poetry #47 |
the moon and its different faces |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The moon sold its eye that night A luminous light that rose through the Catskills and closed its eyes as the sun rose again Against a light of trees that extended its branches like a rain only knows how to when it drops along the cities sidewalks The night, once again Prayers and long, stilled stares followed the hours into the wee moments of the night Still with an ease of art across its face As the night grows quieter So do the distant stares [This message has been edited by Tomer (01-08-2012 03:46 AM).] |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
wow! an interesting & intriguing post, I enjoyed this very much Love is the life of the soul... |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Tracie...appreciate the response. Cheers |
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