As the tide laps onto the rocks
the only friend that will hear my sorrows is the moon.
With His silver shadows and the warm embrace.
My thoughts are always said out loud,
While he passionately waits for my pause.
Is this how it is supposed to be?
my heart bleeds for so much,
But the only thing that listens to any thing
is the thing in the night.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by whispernthedark.
850 points, ended August 30, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
and whispers more than sweet nothings in my ear.
Comments
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This is a wonderful take on the prompt. The moon is your constant companion. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck!
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whisper
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I always thought of the moon as a her, enjoyed the poem, bittersweet. -
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