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My Moon

It is quiet, and in my wonder, I sigh
at the seraphic sight of your smile,
so bright in the depth of that sky
home to faded stars, itinerant clouds.
Yet, as in a whisper, you draw me nigh.

As I sit and adore your beloved face,
I think of the distance between us,
worlds apart, still sharing this lonely space
within breath, exhales, within wishes,
within your heavenly eloquent grace.

Many a poem, and many a song
have esteemed your polished glory,
and here am I, and here I belong
writing these words so trifle and weak
to honor your beauty, benevolent and strong.

For you, my companion of the night
are the god of answered prayers in the dark.
Forsaken hearts cry to you in their plight,
lovers become enamored beneath your silvery-white,
children's dreams come alive from your magical delight,
and as for me, I sit and sigh, and continue to write.

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Structured: Western
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Almost a full moon this evening! A very intriguing poetry form introduced by Alan. Thought I'd give it a try. Not certain if it needs specific stressed syllable count. Thank you! L
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The (almost) full moon was stunning last night, as usual! I am always up for a new poetry form education, and could't resist this, which was introduced by Alan a few days ago. The moon seemed to be a perfect fit. I wonder if the "moon is made of cheese" idea came from an old children's tale?
Thank you!
L

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the moon has been the subject of many hundreds of poems and stories; even I have praised Diana, the moon goddess, on numerous occasions. The face of the moon with its peaks and valleys displays forms that may resemble, an old woman carrying a bundle of firewood on her back, or some other burden placed upon her as punishment by the gods. etc. In short, whatever our imagination projects can be found on the moon's surface. Unless one has romanticized beneath the full moon, one can not call oneself a poet. Very nice poem, Lavender.
Jerry

The moon certainly is fascinating! I had not heard any of the suggestions you have described - very interesting, and poetic!
Thank you for reading and commenting!
L

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That because people could see the crateors on the moon at the full. They may have thought that it looked like Swiss cheese. Anyway, nice poem about the moon. I'm not versed in Alan's form, so I can't attest to your following of it, but I like what you did. Geez.
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I agree - there seems to be something with the appearance of those craters. I simply love the moon, as we all do!
Thank you, Geezer!
L

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That because people could see the crateors on the moon at the full. They may have thought that it looked like Swiss cheese. Anyway, nice poem about the moon. I'm not versed in Alan's form, so I can't attest to your following of it, but I like what you did. Geez.
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for the double post, trying to do it on my phone. ~Geez.
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