a humpback moon
flows
over powdered peaks
unlocking shadows
from ancient pitted
stones
fragile petals cling
to a staff of cane
lost souls call out
love is written but
not read
and while she walks
alone
the humpback moon
draws night from
stone
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Several compelling couplets in this fine poem.
Such beautiful writing...Loved it.....
I am here after SO long!! Sorry about that!!
inside that bowl, I see the whole world
Your language flows so beautifully -- a pleasure to read aloud.
Madeleine Begun Kane
the humpback moon gave me a smile
Happy Easter
much love...
The most poignant line:
"Love is written but not read"
Awhirl with Richard Wright
Evocative words of loss and hope. I think so many times we bring forth dreams in our writing.
Thanks for stopping by with a comment at my place. xo
Oh TW, this is so lovely.
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