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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19 February 2017

What Would the Moon Want with Me?

It wants to make a poet, that's all,
and a dreamer who likes to be
near trees and water, somewhere
the stars too are visible at night

away from the glare of the city,
away from the ceaseless noise
and the difficulty of breathing. That's why
the moon always gazes so long in your window.

... And it all came to pass as foretold.
Thereby I know the moon loves me.





Written for And the Moon ~ Micro Poetry at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

19 comments:

  1. This is sooooooo lovely. I once woke in the night to see the moon right up close, peering in the window at me. And of course I wrote a poem.

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  2. You seem incredibly lovable to me. :)

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  3. There is something so true to this....on some perfect nights, it really can feel like the moon is gazing down at us, just us, hoping to make poets out of us.

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  4. Oh, the moon, how I love her. Thank you for this lovely poem.

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  5. That's all the certainty we need- moon love!

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  6. Love, love, love this Rosemary!!❤️💘 So very beautiful and dreamy!!❤️💘

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  7. I shall never look at the moon again without thinking of this poem Rosemary - I wish it would make poets and dreamers of us all

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  8. The moon is a constant companion in an uncertain world.

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  9. We need that eye that glances at us when it's time to sleep.

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  10. How gorgeous, Rosemary! And, how hopeful.

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  11. There, there is always a place for dreamers. Nice mood.

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  12. Full of moonlight and hope, Rosemary. You are a beautiful dreamer.

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  13. This is a lovely, wistful and comforting piece, Rosemary. Enjoyed it much.(PS. a note on your font--VERY hard for my old eyes to read print that small.)

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    1. Sorry about that. It doesn't look small to my view, but someone else also remarked on it recently. I have the same problem with some other blogs, but can go to View in my main toolbar and magnify them. However, will start using a larger font, and perhjaps go back and enlarge old posts too. Thanks for the heads-up.

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  14. Rosemary, this is a sweet poem. I wouldn't have thought that a 'moon poem' could be written like this, as personable as 'puppy dog' poem.
    ..

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  15. we so love the moon and it definitely returns it specially to you

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  16. Super sweet,
    Rosemary. Thanks! Made me who also lives
    Far from light smile/. K.

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