Moonbeats

The full moon lights your window tonight,

and you taste it in your throat, feel it surging

around your heart, something all your own,

something to have faith in. 

 

And the moon is a heart: blood-red and pulsing, 

yearning through the night:

 

                                      . . . da-dun . . . da-dun . . . da-dun . . . 

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Reviews

[eglantine]

I am def a fan of the moon, as my own poetry proves. I love the title. I like where you are going with this poem, but I want to actually taste the moon rather than just feel a lump in my throat. You say "you taste it in your throat" but what exactly does that taste like?

I'd delete the ending period in the first stanza.

Thanks for sharing.

[Dennis A. Clark]

Thanks, Eglantine.

What does the moon taste like? Good question.

About the period at the end of the first stanza, it must stay, as it ends that grammatical phrase, and this poem is one in which I am using end punctuation and capitalization (sometimes I do not, depending on the piece).

[Be myself!]

My imagination is soaring, trying to figure out if it is a werewolf. lol

[AYVID N]

I see full moon with new eyes. Thanks to your lovely poem.

[Studio Dongo]

Did you just call me a werewolf?

[Pritesh]

great write...fantastic piece...keep writing

[esperanza]

I like it