Curving flowing elegant grace,
To look upon a full out moon,
Shown to me in moments pure,
In advance of the new days dawn,
What is real?
To see color, or feel black and white.
Myself I'm prone to cooler airs,
shadows play upon my eyes,
Grand is simple, and simple diffuse,
As in a dream.
Run through fields, dew drops fly.
Lifes breath glistens,
And magic lives really.
A contest entry
- goodnight moon by Aussie Gypsy.
700 points, ended July 15, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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why thank you
There is something magical about being under a full moon, runnin around like an animal. It fullfills my need for otherworldish adventure. -
This is a beautiful little piece of poetry, it was jam packed with imagery, nicely done. Best to you in the contest
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