Poem -
pearlescent + lone
I have love of the white moonÂ
that sails the morn sky
not caring that long since
day has bid her to die
I have love of her spirit
defiant, still proud
as sun becomes masterÂ
clouds compete
to be shroud
for I see her not dyingÂ
pearlescent + lone
and she brings to mind women
in my learnings I've knownÂ
she cannot see my watchings
or know of such thoughts
that think... hand on heart...
she is wife to my god
M
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Hi Marion. Oh i have missed your exquiste delightful way with words and sentences! A true poet in expression and metaphors. So lovely to read this piece. Always makes you think and usually of a spiritual or philosophical theme somewhere. Beautiful Px
Hello!!!what a marvelous surprise to see you here P... how are you?? What have you been doing with yourself? Hope you and your family are well my friend. So lovely to see you... thankyou x
Oh Marion! This is bloody beautiful! The first verse is poetically gorgeous with a hint of sadness ... or is it? And then it twists to show her strength. Oh, and that last line â I whole heartedly concur. Excellent, Marion, awesome and excellent. I love it â¤ď¸ xx
Hi Tina...thankyou...I have always loved the white moon that is visible on clear mornings ...the moon is so special is she not... hugs xx
I'm with Tina on all counts ..â¤ď¸xx
Thanks so much Nev x
Some truly lovely imagery.
God bless.Â
So kind Rebecca... thanks so much love x
This is top drawer poetry Marion it flows wonderfully and
just exquisitely reads better and better.
One to captivate and enthrall a reader or poetry lover.
An equally marvelous and glorious poem with a closing line to never forget.
Shaun x
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Who does not love the moon Shaun...especially our Welsh moon who is superb seen from the hills and valleys of our beloved Wales. Thankyou so much my friend x
Poetry at is finest, such beauty in each line dear Marion. A super write. đšÂ
Thankyou so so much Shirley ..hugs x
What a wonderful imagination, Marion,
Your words spread moonlight to the page
and create magic. Â BÂ
Ah thankyou B... many hugs to you and yours x
Excellence.
The moon, to me, is She
And she is seen
Heard, breathes and bleeds
Like of her kin
On mother earth.
As is the father sun
Said not to drown her out
Once night is gone.