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Moon-whispers

Moon-whispers

A Poem by L. Fenella
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Nothing really comes to mind. It is what it is, I suppose.

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Full moon, tipping out
Beams from its abundance
Drip, drop, drip
Falling, breaking, pooling
On the cracked and broken earth below
Spilling, trickling, streaming
Through ridges and grooves carved by acid bitterness
Wrought by the denizens of this lost and lonely world
Black as black and blacker, it seems, this spinning globe
In the dark empty of space and time
Moonbeams are pouring, speckled by stars
Sinking into the hard-packed hate, softening
Turning heads to the deep blue expanse
Opening eyes to the twinkling, winking dots of light
Whispering in ears and hushing lips
Look, the moon calls, but do not speak
Have you not heard-
A picture is worth a thousand words.

© 2013 L. Fenella



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L. Fenella
I hoped you liked it.

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You kept me 'til the last line...

Posted 3 Years Ago


L. Fenella

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
Thank you so much!

Posted 4 Years Ago


I love the vocabulary and such you used on this. Beautiful piece, I hope you write more and stuff :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

L. Fenella

2 Years Ago

Thank you!

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Added on January 30, 2013
Last Updated on January 31, 2013
Tags: Hush, full moon, hope, healing, miracle, stars

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L. Fenella
L. Fenella

Mesilla, NM



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