I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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10 September 2011

Day Moon

She rests
big and fluffy
in the sunny sky
like a shapely cloud,
or a white balloon
left to dangle forgotten
after floating away 
from the crowd.

Her head, held
at a sleepy angle,
or seems to miss
the two ducks 
that start up suddenly
and fly across
her dreaming face,

and the small jet
powering above her
(perhaps so high
that it just looks little)
with the silver sparkle
from its slim body
of bright metal.

I too am out
in the clear afternoon
on this lazy, dozey,
pretty Spring day.
I too can wangle
some time for myself
just to be; then to scribble
of escape, of play.

30 Poems in 30 days, 9: a poem that includes at least three words that end with ‘gle’
Journalling my relationship with the moon: 14

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