I wrote this last night, after Thanksgiving dinner, once my family had gone home, and the rest of us retreated to our own activities. I’m not 100% happy with the ending, but I am sharing it now for FOWC: Fidelity, since the moon has such fidelity as a poetic muse, for me and countless others. I write about the moon so often that there is a category on my blog for “poems about the moon.”
Luna peeks, and it is barely 5:00,
Sky changes to blue-gray,
As tonight replaces Today.
Today we are grateful, yet
Loss is bittersweetly prevalent,
As Luna dances her ascent.
Beginning to feel bereft, but
With several hours left
Before I can even think about
Sleeping, Luna is keeping
Me company: her glow
Is gentle, as friendship, to know.
her glow
Is gentle, as friendship, to know…. this line is truly beautiful.
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I loved this! š
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It’s hard to pin down the rising moon, J, but you got it. Tinker away if you must,, but don’t over-do it. This piece approaches perfection.
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I wonder if there isn’t more of a story here?
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Lovely sense of that feeling after the festivities are over and all goes quiet. Nicely done.
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I like this one. I wonder if the end calls for one of Dickinson’s dashes rather than a period? Let the reader fill in the true ending.
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Beautiful words. The moon is actually a beautiful companion….one can keep gazing on and on.
Loved it. š
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