Silver moon over cotton shores
Riding a spirit of grace
Silver moon at zenith soars
With awe and wonder apace
I’ve seen it ride many favored times
Across the layered years
Through shining clouds and funeral shrouds
Regal lamp in a vale of tears
Though you reflect you never borrow
Somehow your light is your own
Your silence speaks with clear precision
And to your lovers is known
I rarely know when you’ll bless the night
Should it be any other way?
Your ageless peace paints my smile anew
You’re never jealous of the day
Author notes
Saw the moon come out tonight after a storm. So I wrote about it.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow...now i want to be an astronaut and go to the moon..
...srry...i would give u a clappy dude but i gots no more...i would probably give u three...srry again
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This is a lovely tribute to the moon, making the moon sound both beautiful and very powerful. I liked your use of rhyme and personification here.
Thanks for your comment
Yes, I've seen V for Vendetta
Pozo
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Absolutely Lovely
This day is just tearing my mind apart.
I'm not a fan of rhyme as a general statement. And it seems that every poem I've read today has some in it. And every poem that I've read, the rhyme is a little bit better.
But this poem really takes it. Your meter and the words you connect - all quite perfect. And I love the subject, particularly because I watched the moon come out of a storm the other day too. I'm glad you found such perfect words to capture such a seemingly simple moment.
And... I feel like I'm gushing.
Anyway, this is lovely.
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Thank you so much. I usually prefer not to rhyme myself. But this one just came out that way.
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