Swelling moon, near full, you bore in deep,
night's sky curtain splits in your wake.
I am prepped and draped in this manner,
my heart shunted, my soul drains free.
Moonshadow, you too, lurk in search of me,
nearly satiated, brimming over, yet you thirst.
Yearning, you drain my marrow, burrowing in.
Hollowing out my bones, you sponge me clean.
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Reviewed by Letitia Blount (Reader)
Reviewed on February 12, 2003
Great write. I like your style.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on February 12, 2003
Anne,
I always love your style
"Swelling moon, near full, you bore in deep.
Night's sky curtain splits in your wake. "
You use it well
Peg
Anne, that what happens when you stand in the moon shadows, and the moon beams strike your spirit and soul. Thank you Anne for all your kind comments. They are deeply appreciated. Bill
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 12, 2003
beautiful:)i wish i could say more, but i think awed in beauty says it all for this poem
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I always love your style
"Swelling moon, near full, you bore in deep.
Night's sky curtain splits in your wake. "
You use it well
Peg