What if
The darling moon
Fell in love
With the Sun?
Would two lights shine from the black?
Or
Would day-time drift
the lovers into the open
blue
Where they would shine
A single ray
on a hill by the sea.
Never too bright, never
a smudge of char on the
cracked stone.
And
What if
The darling Sun
Fell in love
With
The
Moon?
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4 replies on “Darling Day 4. The Darling Moon”
I usually run away from poetry on the internet brandishing silver candlesticks like Van Helsing, but your words somehow make it past my defences. Hows is this possible? Don’t you dare start calling me Jonathan Harker 🙂
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Ha ha! Jonathan. 🙂 You are such a lovely friend, I am almost certain I could write a post about a potato and you’d love every word. 🙂 In actual fact, I have NO IDEA how I wrote this because I have no idea about poetry, either! Rhyming poems are my big thing, usually. I’m so glad you liked it! 🙂
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I’ll have you know I have several very good friends that are potatoes, and they write wonderfully too lol
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