Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Pale moon rising



The pale moon rising
I’ll see you again tonight
Our forbidden love

Is the moon our friend
Or a duplicitous sneak
But what do I care?

I'll touch your soft skin
Feel the warmth of your body
So I worry not

But I sense trouble
For a mist clouds your sad eyes
You say not a word

That speaks millions
For this will be the last time
It will be dark soon

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11 comments:

  1. It's not the pale moon that excites me. That thrills and delights me, oh no. It's just the nearness of you ;o)

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  2. You have such a romantic streak. This is lovely and sad.

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  3. You are such a romantic! But this one ends on a bit of a sad note, "For this will be the last time, it will be dark soon." Sigh

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  4. This is a very romantic poem. You write this type of poetry very well.

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  5. Such hope and love to be extinguished is very sad. Your haiku is a pleasure to read.

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  6. Such a beautiful tale of moon-lit romance, illicit affairs, and the inevitable endings. You write these so very well, Old Egg. Thank you for sharing with us at Two Shoes Tuesday.

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  7. Somehow, these haiku of yours remind me of 1,000-year-old Japanese short poems. Feelings that the moon is likely to evoke can be universal.

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  8. I like this, O.E. Nice and romantic, just having the moon makes it more so. Thank you, I really felt ____ reading this !!
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  9. Maybe instead it will forever be bright

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