Juno and Jupiter

Juno and Jupiter

A Poem by Elizabeth


Juno and Jupiter
watch over me

tidal waves
hurricanes
roiling sea

my little boat
floats on hope

as Juno and Jupiter
watch over me

© 2012 Elizabeth


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i knew you had friends in high places.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Elizabeth

11 Years Ago

What a sweet thing to say :)
Nicely done!..both easy and eloquent..really refreshing,..free of the burden of complexity, which, to me, makes wonderful, universal poetry.

Nice One!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


See NOW I know they are your dogs this poem becomes better....Trust in dogs as they trust in you..Great write

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well then I must say you are in good hands.

Posted 11 Years Ago


A sea of hope under a star-jeweled sky, quietly lighted by a soft moon that shines down her rays like a blanket of love. I don't know the meaning you meant with this poem (it could have many--that's one thing I like about it,) but the images alone that I saw reading this are wonderful

Posted 11 Years Ago


That_Guy

11 Years Ago

haha no doubt
Kaylor Mason

11 Years Ago

I'm a cat person because cats are elegant, refined predators. They're better hunters, and they're l.. read more
Elizabeth

11 Years Ago

:)
as only those siblings could

Posted 11 Years Ago


That_Guy

11 Years Ago

i prefer mythology to today's theology for sure. That's cool, my dogs are some of my favorite things.. read more
Elizabeth

11 Years Ago

:) Jupiter passed on last year and it broke my heart. And Juno is my new little love. No one knew wh.. read more
That_Guy

11 Years Ago

aww I'm sorry. one of dogs was put down about a year ago, it wasn't easy... I love the names.

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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

Wonderland, TN



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