The morning seeps blood over new feathers of white I lie dreaming in down quilt eyes bloodshot in daylight refusal to face reality or guilt of what happens in the night when the moon makes assault I must come out of my vault I struggle to see the dawn I lust for a look at the sunrise though my soul is bequeathed I still have control of my eyes O wretched world of rules with man made laws of rights that has no sense of varied life no compassion in their sights there will come a day soon i'll have my day in the sun though I belong to the moon
As the full moon shines above I read your mysterious poem. THanks for sharing.
Reviewed by Shinya Yawakazi (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2006
Yeah I agree it is a tough world and I know you mean too agreeing with Andy and you of course but its a good poem I love it continue writing it^^
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 13, 2006
It is a tough world, and for life not to be tough your in the wrong spieces. But just being on the wrong end of devistating news from my doc. I know wot yer mean...
your innner turmoil seems to be going through many phases ... hopefully, the moon will reflect brighter beams from the sun and offer a more enchanting view of the world ...
Enjoyed this write...it has a mysterious and mystical feeling. Good write for October. The moon is a fascinating topic to write about and you've captured it well here.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Oh yes! I fight the days to love the nights myself and knowing you as I do, I'm right in line with the moon myself. Do you mind if I cut in for a moondance too?
Love it!
Susan
Very intriguing, Eileen! This poem has a most tauntingly, teasing affect on me! lol! I like! I like -- both poem and picture!
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on October 12, 2006
This reminded me of a film I saw, where the main character had been cursed by an evil warlock to live as a wolf during the night, only to transform into a man at sunrise every day. His true love had also been cursed to live as an owl during the day. Tortuously they could only see a brief glimpse of each other in that moment between night turning to day and vice versa....triggered I think by ...'i'll have my day in the sun, though I belong to the moon.' Vivid desire of inner torment caught so superbly here Minx. Wonderful thought process, Love Imp x
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 12, 2006
BEautiful poem perfect art for this one Eileen.
Reviewed by S J (Reader)
Reviewed on October 12, 2006
Great lines in this beautiful poem, Eileen! You are very creative.
Excellent work poetess!
The transition from dark to LIGHT is always invigorating and elevates the soul in ways unfathomable. To me, this introspective write seethes of unrequited yearnings.
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Love it!
Susan
excellent piece as always
Love & Peace
William
Susan
Excellent work poetess!
Sheila
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And those opening two lines...W O W
A breathtaking piece that has deep overtones of unfulfilled dreams and aspirations
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Peter
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