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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2 November 2013

The Moon Through My Bedroom Window

You appear in my window like a white face
big and round, right up close, looking in.
You shine, you are smiling. I don’t see
a man in the moon, but I see
you, large and soft like a mother: kind.

When you look in my window and smile,
I feel I am safe. You stay all night with me,
watching, wide awake while I sleep.
No harm will come. And you tell me stories.
You whisper them into my dreams.


November Poem a Day Chapbook Challenge 2013 1: Appearances.
(from Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides)

6 comments:

  1. This is simply wonderful, Rosemary. A lovely viewpoint written with beautiful descriptive words.

    I can't wait to see what you write tomorrow.

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  2. I love this so much, Rosemary! Simple, honest, and emotional. Very nice!

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    1. Thank you! I was thinking myself back into childhood, when I did experience this.

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  3. I love this mother figure showering blessing all night...every word weaving calmness, peace........beautiful

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    1. I'm glad I managed to convey it to you. That was exactly how it seemed to me as a child.

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