WHEN MOONS BEGIN TO CRY

A fantasy nature write.

WHEN MOONS BEGIN TO CRY

With a heart full of mem'ries

And pockets filled with dreams,

Every day begins the same...

Where nothing's as it seems.

Nothing's as it seems each day,

No sunshine fills the sky.

Clouds dot every vacant space...

And moons begin to cry.

Just beyond the knoll there lies

An ending to each dream.

Not the same for everyone...

Where nothing's as it seems.

Darkest night turns in to day

Where robins trace the sky.

We'll find the secret hiding place...

When moons begin to cry.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

By Sharon Peeples

Reviews

[Lorry]

This has a feel of part wizard of oz adventure and part dream, searching for the path we all strive to find, within that dream, that will provide the elusive answerbefore we wake. We very rarely get to start where we left off in dreams, which only adds to the mystery of dreamland itself.
Now, if only we could find the controls or instruction manual, we could make this the mantra we say before nodding off to dreamy sleeps.
Lovely flowing rhyme and almost Sing-song feel to your words, with crying moons giving it a fairy tale feel, but with a dark edge to it, which come to think of it, most fairy tales have 😀

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much for your wonderful response to this write! ~~Sharon

[Lorry]

You're welcome 😀

[barleygirl]

I love the lonely melancholy feel of this, as reflected from observations in nature. Great rhyme & rhythm to keep the pace rolling along & I also love the little flickers of hope along the way, but in the end, the gloom fills the sky (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks ever so much for your kind review of this write! ~Sharon

[Dave Brown]

I have read you before and I enjoy what you have written and the way you write

[Miss Sharon]

Than you so much Dave! I enjoy your poetry as well my friend. ~Sharon

[R.E. Ray]

Sharon, I felt a heaviness and gloom throughout until the end. Such a surprising and refreshing end. It’s as if the robin took the weight upon its wings and carried it away. I think it’s called hope, and that’s the beauty of poems like this one.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much my friend for your kind remarks! ~Sharon

[R.E. Ray]

You’re welcome.

[emmajoy]

Meter perfect and so beautiful. The moon has much to answer for, seems to set the senses off and away, either in incredible sadness or absolute joy. Here it's the former and yet.. there's an unusual calm as if - as if emotion is - for now, controlled. The repeated phrases add a similar restraint - the feelings remain but .. .. ..

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you my dear for your nice remarks on this write! ~Sharon

[Ayesha]

Melancholy captured in rhyme. The beauty of poetry lies here, where words relieve the psychic pain.
"Nothing's as it seems each day,
No sunshine fills the sky.
Clouds dot every vacant space...
And moons begin to cry."

So beautiful and sensuous.
Each one of us face a depressive setback at a point of time in our lives. When at nights our moons begin to cry. But it is so gutsy to remain firm and emerge as a victor fighting the negativity. Your lines strike a chord with almost all of us. Lots of Love❤❤

[Miss Sharon]

What a beautiful and compassionate response to this write! Thank you so much. ~Sharon

[Masq]

The title drew me and each stanza kept my attention. Nice flow....I really enjoyed this piece.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much for your beautiful review! ~Sharon

[Neville]

Delightful despite being somewhat sad until that final stanza and then whoooosh out of the doldrums like a bloomin rocket..... certainly enjoyed this V T Day or any day for that matter ....

Neville

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks ever so much for your delightful review of this write! ~Sharon

[Neville]

You are most welcome my friend.... Neville

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

I enjoyed this read. The title was captivating and the whole poem weaved it all well. Tyfs!!!

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much for your generous remarks on this post! ~Sharon

[Lydia Shutter]

There is a sad, but melodious, tone to your words in this one, Sharon. Grief...different every day and not the same for any two people. At times it seems to have vanished....and then it reappears with a punch. Beautifully written. Lydi**

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much Lydi for your beautiful remarks on this write! I appreciate you. ~Sharon