My beautiful lover the moon
Is my Goddess
Framed by a pallid sky
She draws me into the cold of night
My gaze upon her argent allure is brief
I am shamed by her piercing stare.
It looks straight through my skin.
She leaves moon sized scars of moonlight
Patterns repeated in my moonmind's eye.
Is my Goddess
Framed by a pallid sky
She draws me into the cold of night
My gaze upon her argent allure is brief
I am shamed by her piercing stare.
It looks straight through my skin.
She leaves moon sized scars of moonlight
Patterns repeated in my moonmind's eye.
16 comments:
He's finally admitted to the affair! *sob*
(Grudgingly gives poetic kudos where due.)
Hi I just wanted to say thank you for dropping in to my photoblog. I have been reading, and enjoying a few of your back posts.
Nice poem! It's bizarre that we chose the moon as a subject on the same day/night. Well maybe not since it's so bloody bright right now.
Chrisb; UrWelcome and thanx. I'll be back to you for more photos of ya home town.
Mags; ta v.m. xx
Meta; ta v.m. ??
More fine words!!
Excellent poem my friend!
Are you going through a bit of a crisis Rex?
Lorenzo.
I loved your wordimperfect solution today! I can't stop grinning at the thought of a cat with a shaved behind!
You are still winning on yesterday's vote.
Lorenzo.
I'd say he's blogstipated and in dire need of a postative. Hurry up in there Dude. There's a queue out here.
Llamachops; Ah yes, a sure way to gain fringe support, mention cats.
I'm a former mogaholic, but still can't pass a puss without making silly kissy noises at it.
Now, Mags, after the next clearout, I wouldn't want to be the next person in the queue.
It reminds me of a joke my dad told me about a trained monkey and a cork. Remind me to tell it to you when you want to be disappointed. However, on another note, I once had a horn, and I had to obey it, to buy a french horn in a second hand shop. I polished it up and I started to play it in spite of the neighbours who begged me to stop.
Sorry, Freudian slip. I once had a VOW and I had to obey it.
Talking of clearouts, why are you still mooning on about the moon?
Lorenzo.
Lorenzo; I'm a cancerian hippy. 27th was a full moon. Surely I don't need any more reasons than that. More bloggy stuff soon but the job I was whinging about has got more interesting, slightly, and very busy so I'm super-charged with energy but not feeling very creative.
Write us a nice story about a man, a can of aduki beans, a tortilla wrap, an interfering Spanish guy and a stolen bicycle.
I just may do that. But first, I'll stack up loads of comments to make myself look popular.
P.S. He's Italian.
When you speak of being a Cancer, Rex, I'm assuming you mean that in a social setting/relationship sort of way rather than your actual astrological sign. Because that would be one hell of a coincidence!
;-)
That's a nice moon, Mags. You gotta admit. Two would be even nicer...
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