As the moon rose above the cityscape,
for the umpteenth time I gasped at the sight
and blood rushed to my ears to make them red,
longing for a touch of her silver light!
Then I knelt down before the rising moon
and pledged my love to her in whispers, mild.
The ensuing silence from her made me think,
perhaps the moon would marry me tonight!
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Reminds me of a song ‘pledging my love ‘ only your poem merits more praise than the lyrics of that one.
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that’s too kind of you!
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Reblogged this on Poems and commented:
on the Moon
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Thanks for the smile, and thanks for following my blog. @jeancogdell at Jean’s Writing
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you are sincerely welcome!
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beautifully penned 🙂
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Thanks!
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As long as man has walked upon this earth, men have been in love with her . . . And women with men . . . Very lovely poetry, my friend . . . I enjoyed reading it!
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thanks a lot! hope you come back for more of my poetry
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Great words to love the moon,great imagery
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thanks a lot!
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Congratulations on your engagement?
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hahahaha!!! during the next full moon perhaps…
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They also believed that gold was the sweat of the sun. Hopefully, that gives you an idea too.
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it does… thanks for sharing!
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Reblogged this on Thomas Lopinski – Author and commented:
The Incas believed that silver was created from the tears of the moon.
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what a fantastic idea!!! did not know that. thanks for enlightening me!
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