The howling wind can’t take away the mood,
No, the destitute moon rising in my mind -
Drifting silently, waxing full…
Waxing full…treasures flutter in water,
Tangled strands of gold, white woven jewels
Winding pearls, pulling me along,
Tugging me through
Memories better lost, thoughts never entertained -
Jewels…glittering like crystals in dark caverns…
Oh, we both know it is you…
The wind rushes crisply within the hollow you’ve left,
Into the dark valleys of my soul,
Where no one dares to go…no, no one dares to go
Into those depths now…only you…
The river rushes east, carrying away the bittersweet nuggets of gold -
All that’s left is dark water, murky sludge
Protecting what is beneath, what is left within,
Until exposed under the silence of this full desperate moon…
Dena L Moore
March 25, 2005
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Hello and thank you to everyone who has left me feedback! Yes, I wasn't very active on AD for quite some time as I wasn't writing very much other than articles, etc for work. Am struggling to make more time for my creative works...thanks so much! Many blessings, Dena
Lovely poem.There is a an analogy between the moon and treasures of one's soul . This poem is also about despair.. and fear("where no one dares to go") .Great write.Anne Pawlak.
I couldn't resist checking out why you titled this Full Desperate Moon. I am still not sure just what you intentions were, but this is a very intriguing write anyway. This is a great love letter.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
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