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
September 5, 2014 by Betty Hayes Albright
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
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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