chaste by Maria Massarellawhen last we
conversed
the moon
and i
we watched
listened
to each other
and si
i fell in
to a contro
versial thought
that played hide
and seek
tweaked
a smile to upper
curve my lips
when perched up
on a nauti
cal cloud the
moon shimmered
relentless
tease
and our re
flections
duelled the
night in
silvered
earthescence
a connected
ness divine
mirrored
glows
*m.a
08/01/2009 Author's Note: draftinglows
Posted on 08/01/2009 Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/01/09 at 02:42 AM Flight of fancy or fantasy assits in keeping a youthful perspective. Moondancer among the stars; whispers of merriment, pleasure, and song play her contentedly, unerringly along. |
Posted by A. Paige White on 08/01/09 at 03:37 AM Chaste and chased by the glow of a beautiful moondancer. Beautiful honey glow, Maria. Beautiful! |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/01/09 at 05:08 AM What a lovely conversation. You and moonspeak. |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/09 at 10:34 PM Moonwatcher Moonlover... you cast your fine silvery glow upon us so lovely and comely your wordvisage... I feel reflected-on. Looking forward to the clouds lifting and a walk at night. |
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