Meadows of Moonbeams

As Pat's poem ' A Dozen Scented Sunset Roses,' dances in my mind

Meadows of Moonbeams glisten with dew.

The clear night sky showcasing déjà vu.

Over and over this wonder is seen.

Is there any wonder why poet’s quill a moonbeam?

Sprinkles of Star dust bejewel fine web, 

And Argiope’s silk illuminates her bed.

With morning light, the spell is broke 

but the trail of the moon,

will bloom again come dark.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

you break from your rhyme scheme in the closing three lines! i am screaming for a rhyme with "dark" :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) stunning imagery and your poem puts me there in the moonlight .. i especially love how you bring in the poets quill .. if i googled how many moon poems are out there i am sure it would be more than the National Dept. (perhaps we can trade them to pay it down eh!?) from context i knew Argiope is a spider but definitely looked it up ..good choice .. they are huge and so varied with colors and markings ... thanks for sharing your meadows and moonbeams Cherrie! ..they lift me up this morning :)
E.

[Cherrie]

Good morning, Gene. :) some spiders are really very lovely not to mention the beauty of webs they create (however I must confess if found in the house no quarter is given). I kinda like to break the flow of rhythm, I'm especially glad you enjoyed it.

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha yes ... we do all have lines that can not be crossed ... Norma would have me kill anything crawling within 50 yrds ... i like to "relocate" if possible .. but some are just too much of an affront and invasion and must be put to death .. sounds awful doesn't it?! ;}

[Cherrie]

Well I enjoy watching them as long as they stay outside. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

:) .........................

[Just Kim]

This is a really good well constructed write, it flows so well.

[Cherrie]

Thank you Kym. :) I enjoy trying to capture those snapshot moments.

[Robert Trakofler]

That was a stark... dark, exclamation point:) sometimes i do that too, it grabs you in the end and yours did to me:) I never get to see the stars anymore living in the city I only get to see the odd dot I do miss them sometimes. I guess i'm stuck just writing with sunbeams:) A lovely poem Mon Cherrie!

[Cherrie]

Well that's it tell your neighbors to turn out the lights, you just give me their names and I'll tell'm you would like to see the stars tonight.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Cherrie. I love when night touches the day. The most wonderful part of the day. The words described with skill and wonder the view. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Cherrie]

Good morning my friend, and I agree there is a endless beauty and enjoyment to the breaking of day.:) thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

Good morning to you and you are welcome dear Cherrie.

[AJNJ]

Moonlight has an age-old connection with poetry and I feel the moon is indeed a great muse for many a nocturnal poet. Loved the reference to Argiope. Its always a delight to pick up a new word and what better way than through such beautiful poetry as this. The conclusion is stunning. The spell breaks only to be woven again with the blooming of the moon! Lighting hope in a poet's heart.

[Cherrie]

:) thank you so much, and yes I agree the moon is a wonderful topic and muse.

[AJNJ]

Appreciated very Ms. Cherrie!
You're most welcome.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie... I adore reading a poem woven in silk and flowers perfume. A gifted poet uses expressions that only can be scripted by a quill dipped in Stardust. Moonbeams are bridges that cross over to dreams where Sunrise eyes see lavender love in every flower. tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie]

Thank you Pat, Im glad you liked this one. Personally I love a poem that is inspired by one of my friends.

[Patricia Wedel]

Dancing on Moonbeams... catching stars ... wrapped in dreams... where lullabies close sleepy eyes. There is a path where flowers bloom in colors of Red Cardinals in Snow where Bluebirds sing 🎶 Patriotic songs...
tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie]

Oh I like that

[barleygirl]

Love your graceful poem that feels buoyant, the way it bobbles across my mind's eye! I love moon poems & this one is freshly scented to be unique from all the others. Pat's nature personifications get me every time, as does yours here! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie]

Well keep the flow going and add to the moon collection

[Cherrie]

Seeing how you are Ca girl maybe you should surf a moonbeam

[barleygirl]

That is a great idea! Thank you for that! I never made that connection & it's a great basis for a poem!

[Cherrie]

well ya know I am full of it :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

in the night, i write...often until that dew appears...over and over again,
you wrote us into this offering, Cherrie,
j.

[Cherrie]

Ya know I think favorite poems are written as someone else's inspiration engulfs me.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Like Pat's poem this provides a gentle and peaceful nightscape in lovely detail to the reader and provides hope that this life cycle continues.

[Cherrie]

Thank you John, and like you I too love Pat's gentle pen. :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Hey guys! My petals are dancing 💃...
to the syncopated beat of timeless 💕 love... where moonbeams have embraced the sky... tenderly, Pat