Open Poetry #48 |
Talking to the moon |
MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
Talking to the moon Well I awoke again last night, the hour had just struck one And fingers of the moonlight tease, and where have our days gone No clouds to sail across the sky, so bright the fullest moon And then again I woke at three, this night would pass too soon And now the coming of the dawn, milk bottles clinking near An orange glow, to light the way, another day I fear A rising sun that gives no warmth, to chase away my chill And down the stairs the rooms so quiet, alone without you still I turn the tap, the kettle fills, and watch your Robin red I know his tune, the one you sing, it's always in my head And can a heart still carry on, without its truest friend And from that friend, a love that grew, if broken you can't mend So don't you tell me what I want, or what I need to do I give my heart and soul to you, our days are far too few |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sad lament, and one that is carried out daily by far too many in the same sinking boat. Nice write. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Beautiful, though so achingly sad, reduced me to tears, knowing. Owl |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Well done, touching, Ms. E |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
How sad yet beautiful your words come forth in your poem. |
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