The Moon

The Moon

A Poem by Barbara Walker

written on a hot afternoon

My dog plops down
and he sighs.
I know just how he feels,
as the flies, lazily, circle our heads,
while both of us lie in our beds
and the fan is turning,
whilst our bodies keep burning;
it can't come to soon,
the moon, the moon...

© 2012 Barbara Walker

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Such wonderful imagery... Exhausting dragon days lazily marching on...

Posted 8 Years Ago

Yes, I know the feelings you express in this poem very well. I like how you used rhyme towards the end. It really added a note of finality to the piece. Interestingly done!

Posted 8 Years Ago

I agree with the poem. A hot day leave us wanting for the cool night and the moon. I like the description and the very good ending. Thank you for the excellent poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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short and cute. enjoyed every line.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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4 Reviews
Added on June 25, 2012
Last Updated on June 25, 2012
Tags: moon, burning bodies


Barbara Walker
Barbara Walker

Lake Havasu City, AZ

I am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..


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