Cyclic Moon poem

The crescent moon

is running between

grey broken clouds

and the stars blink

haphazardly in the

steamy air,

as I sit half asleep

on a hard chair,

watching the words appear,

hoping for sleep to consume me;

wondering whether the word

will make as good an image

as the crescent moon dodging

the fast running grey clouds.


6 thoughts on “Cyclic Moon poem

    • Thanks for reading and commenting,pleased that you felt so at one with the poem. Here we have water restrictions, so I was outside watering when I saw his scene, and then placed well into the night, which is the only time that I get to blog and write the poems. Best wishes and blessings, Charles.

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