Thursday, 21 March 2019

Moon clouds her face


I still walk the same path
You holding my hand
And smiling you laugh
Along by the mere
Moon rising for us

 See its light in your eyes
As we sit on a log
Then kiss your sweet face
You hum with delight
Moon winking at us

 Then the owls in the trees
Hoot as they agree
The fish they do plop
You bare all for me
Moon clouds her face

 I still recall those days
Teen love lasts not long
But still hold you close
In this my sad mind
Moon can't be seen
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12 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky21 March 2019 at 18:11

    Memories are bittersweet at our time of life, arent they, Robin?

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  2. Jim21 March 2019 at 23:47

    Lots of memories, sweet and bitter ones. I wouldn't want to be sorting them out.
    ..

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  3. Kerry O'Connor22 March 2019 at 02:55

    The romantic mood is very well depicted in these lines.

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  4. Helen22 March 2019 at 12:20

    Many of your poems embrace a "love" theme and I thoroughly enjoy them.

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  5. Revived Writer22 March 2019 at 14:39

    This is a beautiful poem of love.

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  6. Vivian Zems22 March 2019 at 16:12

    Young love...so sweet.

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  7. Kim M. Russell23 March 2019 at 02:01

    An atmospheric poem of young love. Very romantic, Robin.

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  8. brudberg23 March 2019 at 09:37

    The love of youth stays all through life.

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  9. Susie Clevenger23 March 2019 at 10:12

    Young love leaves such an imprint on one's spirit.

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  10. Margaret23 March 2019 at 10:48

    The Moon "rising for us". I adore young love ... and a love at any age that inspires such romanticism.

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  11. Frank J. Tassone26 March 2019 at 14:36

    a fitting homage!

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  12. purplepeninportland.com28 March 2019 at 11:41

    This is truly young love, where the ache remains.

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