by Jennifer Jurado
Sunday, February 20, 2005
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the moon wears his silent mask
to hide from me;
but still i see his faint glow
of beauty, disappearing,
inviting me to his lonely dance.
so i do, in his empty craters
more gray than the dress i wear;
i become more sullen than he is,
in a sad oblivious way:
being lost in his music that cannot
be played, cannot be heard.
so i think he wears his music
to hide me from the world.
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|Reviewed by Mary Quire
|Very inventive. I'll have to gaze at the moon tonight and see if I get the same feel.
|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|What a wonderfully imaginative poem. I loved it.|
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|This is very enchanting and a delightful read.|