Two, 50-word poetry.
Each day, you claiming
at the world’s profaning
your cheeks staining
and you deem waning.
Now, the mortals brooding
and your dominance discerning
your compassion blooming
the earthling hearts yearning
your radiance chaperoning
with the clouds in your commanding
they see you waxing.
Reigning, again, in the sea,
called sky.
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Staring at the twinkling twilight,
An oasis of memories engulfs me,
I blink the moisture clouding my eyes
To see a blanket of clouds hiding your smile.
I blink to see your outstretched hands,
then,
To see you engulfed by the fog
in the mountains at dawn.
All a mirage.
- Category: Poetry
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VerityAlways about 2 years ago
The first one is Moods of the Moon
Based on the premise that we don’t value something until it’s gone.
So I interpreted the Moon crying over losing its importance and beginning to wane, and then we yearn to see it, it starts waxing. -
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
The second one is Mirage, based on illusions
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VerityAlways about 2 years ago
I've tried stretching my mind for 100, but thought it would just be for the sake of it. So rounded it to 50-words.
Open to suggestions!! -
Frenchie about 2 years ago
Very touching. I related to the first totally. Maybe the Moon's Moods are reflecting my own today or vice versa.
Regarding the two poems, I thought they rather blended well together. Well done, Verity...🧡 -
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thank you, Frenchie! Very glad you liked it!!
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VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thank you, Neville!
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Christopher about 2 years ago
Very nice, Verity.
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VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thank you, Christopher!
