Under a different moon
when fall was spring
and midnight noon.
Or a different place
where long was short
and narrow space.
At a different time
when grey was green
and acid wine.
When there were two,
one as me another you --
what would be true?
I keep wondering ...
Under a different moon
~ noxalio ~
5 comments:
I love the rhyming scheme in this poem. I have a hard time writing in rhyme, and when I do, I rarely like the result.
I really like this one.
Excellent piece of work. The rhythm is the wonderful oozing of the moon.
I read this poem a number of times...
I was sauntering yesterday
with one of my friends, when flashed your poem on my
rhythmic eyes.
I rushed back home, and
read it once more.
What can I say?
How can I say?
Still whisper in your ears...
Encore! Encore!
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The ending caught me! I loved it, good read. :0)
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