the reflecting moon by Carissa Dewey Driving- hours, my mother calls with news, Tiffany the eldest has a tumor, has been put to sleep. I am passenger, and you point out the new moon, a portion, we both take a silentlong stare. Seldom, but sometimes you say words of love. I’m lonely, how can you love me? 03/21/2008 Posted on 03/22/2008 Copyright © 2025 Carissa Dewey Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/22/08 at 03:30 AM Very nice. Especially in the last line. Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/22/08 at 10:22 PM ...carissa, this is an not ambivalent at all, love the way you sorta talk to the universe at the same time you ho-hum those miles o' life...good write, charlie Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/29/10 at 04:19 PM this piece feels really kind of nonchalant despite the subject matter. i like it. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)