Moon,
like a giant lily
floats in bloom
on the surface of night.
It is then we remember
that without Sun
we’d never know Luna
except for the tides
rising in our breasts.
.
(c) 1997, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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Acolyte
September 5, 2014 by Betty Hayes Albright
The connection between elements in our universe are often overlooked…or perhaps ignored…enjoyed your poem.
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Thank you, Charlie – you’re right, most often ignored, methinks.
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Beautiful poem, what a wonderful description of the moon.
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Thank you very much!
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Clever, this piece; almost cunning. I like it. 🙂
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Glad you like it, Ben! 🙂
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Love this Betty. Those three opening lines are exquisite! Love and hugs xx
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Thank you, Christine!
Hope all’s going well there, and that the sun is out. 🙂
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We are having a beautifully warm week Betty! So much warmer than August which was cool and grey. xxx
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