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Selective
by Maureen Glaudethe sun is boastful, blatant
matinées overcrowded
instead give us the moonÂ’s
gentle luminescence
the silk of her solace
the sultry darkÂ’s discretion
wrap us together in the hours
of stealthy creatures, coming
out when no-oneÂ’s watching
for the première of our love
10/13/2004
Posted on 10/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/14/04 at 02:00 AM To use this poem's own words, very selective, stealthy and with much discretion. Stirs primitive, long lost feelings in me. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/16/04 at 08:45 PM Given the supreme laws of nature, I suppose the choice we're faced with is whether we care to embrace it. Your superb poem spells it out perfectly, Maureen..pe4ce |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/23/04 at 02:38 AM This association with the 'moon’s
gentle luminescence' is so positive and beautiful.
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