The Moons blood is filling my eyes.
It kind of burns like when the lightening
creates thunder & pains the nervous skies.
Another year, another chance
to toy with my shameless life.
Struggles and battles will come,but also will arrive..
Alana, bright as the sun or springs waning thoughts
of laughter, warmth, and fun.
Come Baby Come!
Mothers arms are open wide and the moons
burning blood ultimately creates life.
Author notes
Alana is my firstborn who is now precisely 7wks. old.
A contest entry
- Taking Over Me by mourningmonday.
1000 points, ended July 16, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Moons blood
Comments
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awesome. this was very sweet. i'm glad that someone wrote a piece that was to the theme but in a since that wasn't so dark. very nice! i really enjoyed it!
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Oh I love this for so many reason ... the line about the moon's blood creating a painful thunder tied into the closing lines about the birth of you sweety-pie baby
gives me a sense of the continual flow and cycle of life and love ... and another year's adventures on the journey 
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