The moon is my friend
it lights the way for me
and shows me where the
others are sleeping
weeping...
The white sand shifts
beneath my feet
as I crouch here
and watch them
as they huddle
around a fire
they don't see me
creeping
peeping...
one stirs and sits up
maybe he senses my
nearness and my
rapacity
I see his wild eyes
fluid with fear
reflecting the
glow of a dying
fire
and the cold quiet
of a russet moon
A contest entry
- The Moon by Dragonbabyx3.
1000 points, ended December 23, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Let Loose With Lowercase by lowercase prelude.
1600 points, ended February 8, 25 entries
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wow
great write
great picturing
but was surprised you are also into moons
also a magician?
would you be interested in a far away witch?
just kidding..........
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John, this is really good. The only problem I have with it is that I was left wanting to know what happened. Really. You are a story teller as well as a poet.
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Good imagery, although the syntax is confusing.
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Hey nice take on the prompt
I liked where you took this, and how you began this piece made me want to read more. I loved this, every word.
Beautiful.
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beautiful...love the image of the russet moon.
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As the reader, I am again
caught in your moment,
crouching beside you,
glad i am not there alone.
M-C
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Beautiful Melancholy...
You always amaze me with your wonderful work... I'd love to see a book of poetry penned by your awesome muse!!! 
I'd really like to hold it in my hands... someday, perhaps?!!? Wishing you the best in this contest!!! Peace always, xx Cyn xx 
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"The moon is my friend,it lights the way for me". All things are posssible in such an atmosphere. You have painted a sad picture, and done it well, with your words.
I really enjoyed the read.
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Beautiful imagery! outstanding! I really enjoyed this piece, Thankyou for entering my contest, and Good Luck!
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Beautiful. The moon has always fascinated me. I can feel its tidal forces, that's either because I'm bipolar or a loony...I'm not quite sure (probably the latter).
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russet moon is such a beautiful title and image.
the poem, to me, read like a quiet adventure i wonder who these people are...
loved the internal rhyme and the mood that you set here is exquisite.
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I like this, I looked at the crocodile below and got the idea and wrote one too =) you hang out with some weird people . Though I am sure they are very nice she looks nice the crockodile oh my.
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This is nice. I especially like the ending.
the cold quiet
of a russet moon
Oooh, really enthralling.
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