Moonlight

Dance in it b*****s...

Daytime's nice but at night under the moonlight I feel hidden

With great vision and moxy

I let my hair down

On a properly filled in moon

I do this

I am comfortable taking advantage

Of observational reflections caused by starlight

Memories burned into neuro-flesh

From moonlight

Special because of starlight

Not much different than sunlight

And you

(do not pass into thoughts long past)

Dusk is coming, still we have time

Comes discipline tomorrow

Under sunlight

Until then

It's like that song

Dancing in the moonlight

Without the bark or the bite

A natural delight....

Seeing without being seen

Author's Note

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

I like this entire piece, but especially those last six lines. I like the rhythm of them and the way they sound when I read them aloud!

[Davidgeo]

thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it

[TL Boehm]

Cooler blue. I'm slightly afraid of the dark because I am near sighted and a city dweller. But the moments of dusk and that time before dawn...Those are my favorite.
OK maybe I'm just afraid of people in the dark. And bears. And large spiders.

[Davidgeo]

I'm afraid of open water.... sharks and cruise ships.

(I've seen titanic)

[freemantle]

Morning numbnuts.

See you're still churning out crap and still mostly getting ignored.
You're either thick skinned or simply thick. x

[Davidgeo]

Come on guys, too lazy to leave an original insult... fine, I can copy and paste too ...
"Oh boy, ANTO's back. Are you ready to embarrass yourself again? DId Relic, John Gabriel and Wordman convince you to come back or is this a decision you made on your own? You're the only three t**d masters that do this s**t. The cancer of this café. Had you in remission for a while, looks like your back though."

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Hans!
Good stuff … well struck in vivid imagery, emotional pull, and smooth-flowing! It's been a long time since I've seen "moxy (or, moxie)" used in a poem.
I'm not certain of your intent, but the atmosphere of this reminds me of what I think a werewolf might feel like "Dancing in the moonlight".
Then, I can imagine what a delight it would be to see "without being seen" … anywhere I wanted.

Well, I grasp here what you mean by "originality", and this definitely is different from anything I've previously read. I enjoyed your presentation of this piece, Hans; your line-breaks and word choices appear to be spot-on and uniquely arranged to befit your poem and the reader's enjoyment. The song selection (for me) added a sort of wispy/fantasy feeling.

Thank you for your review of my poem, and for sharing your unique skills! ⁓ Richard