FRIDAY 55ish
Yes, it's a little more than 55 words long. You'll live. Apologies to the photographer, I don't recall where I found this picture a long time ago. The words are my own though.
He follows his far away mistress, the moon.
Her soft light gives hope in the night.
Ever his
Yet never to be reached.
She reaches for her falling star lover
His bright glory drops wishes in the dark.
Ever hers
Yet never to be grasped.
Beheld together by lovers below
The mistress moon
And king of stars
Ever roam
Yet never meet.
Her soft light gives hope in the night.
Ever his
Yet never to be reached.
She reaches for her falling star lover
His bright glory drops wishes in the dark.
Ever hers
Yet never to be grasped.
Beheld together by lovers below
The mistress moon
And king of stars
Ever roam
Yet never meet.
DA COUNT
The poem is one I wrote and posted back in the early days of the blog. I kicked around a few other ideas for a 55 this week but work has been kicking my butt and no new ideas were seeming to work out. This week I've enjoyed a few moments each night pondering the moon. The first full moon night I watched a silvery circle hover in a milky pink sky. It was kind of strange to see the way the eastern sky was pinker than the western sky. The whole effect put me in a very different mood than before I noticed it all. It was soothing. The next night it was already quite dark before I got outside and the moon took my breath away. Each night I've looked for it and breathed deeply when I found it. It's been a week of pressure from more than one direction. This week I'm counting the moon and the relaxing moments in its light.
19 comments:
Who cares how many words when they are as beautifully spun as those. Anything with moon and stars is a favorite ~ and the photo is perfect. I'm sure the artist would be pleased :-)
My 55 is posted: Flash 55 ~ Awakening
Very nice, Lime. Lovely poem; stunning photo.
We've noticed the moon here, too. It seems to have been a bit fuller than usual this time around. . .
And I love those wintry evenings/mornings when the moon is bright enough to see your way by. . .
Who cares when you wrote it.
It made a great 55
I have finished my 55.
You’ll find it
HERE.
Beautiful Pic..
Beautiful Words...
Beautiful Soul.....
You are one of lifes treaures Michelle!
Thank You for your Lunacy...:-)
Beautiful. :)
really a beautiful poem...chasing each other around the sky...we had an amazing moon last night, bright and orange, then strak white as the night moved along...
mine is up!
Definitely great words.
Work has a way of getting in the way of blogging.
That is a lovely poem!
Nice. I love to look at the moon too... and think about how there are others, like me, gazing up at it right now. A moment of quiet shared by many. A nice time to belong to the family of man.
It reminds me of the Kuekuatsheu Legend, as told in the move Wolverine with that Australian actor... what was his name?
One lash with a wet noodle for each extra word, young lady! Great poem, really, I enjoyed it a lot!
As Diana...goddess of the moon, and connoisseur of photography I appreciate both!!
Lovely poem. I'm an unapologetic lunatic myself.
I'm late to the party this week... but am glad I got here. An illuminating count for sure. :) Cheers!
Wow! This is so much like one of my poems ( haven't published it yet)
Great 55, Lime. I wish you wouldn't post so much...my infrequent visits leave me a lot to read!
Hope you had a terrific weekend.
I really like that picture too.
And I know what you mean about your early morning post. Today was supposed to be my day to sleep in, but Prof Shorty woke everyone up this morning with screaming and crying because he had a migraine. Oh well. Such is parenthood...
--snow
I am mad at your work, if it's kicking your butt. At least the moon still treats you well...
your Flash 55 was nice. I also enjoy the moon. I look forward to reading you again. My 55 link is below.
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