Hello Moon

 

The moon smiled at me tonight

cutting through the long December

with it's flirtatious glint

and pale light trickling into the trees

 

those elegant jeweled diamonds

held close, waltzing into midnight

dressing Auld Lang Syne to the nines

 

cold air filtered into my lungs

with each intake and smokey

ringlets adorned unseen angels

with every exhalation

 

As the end approaches, the beginning is near,

I look at the shades of two worlds--

 

the damp chill with cool tones

warmed by snowflake kisses

sends a shiver of anticipation

 

and

 

a tear hiding inside the wall

never loses faith that it someday

will escape it's confines

 

The moon smiled at me tonight

and I said, "Hello Moon, Happy New Year!"

Reviews

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Personification is usually hard to write because most poets (certainly not you!) tend to make it schmaltzy. I like this one. The moon is a regular guest in many of my own poems. I have a book called Promising the Moon. It's my favorite celestial body. (My wife is my favorite terrestrial body!)

Sal

[poetic soul]

lovely lines.. amazing concept and brilliant articulation... :)

Regards,
Poetic Soul

[~angelalala~]

"cold air filtered into my lungs

with each intake and smokey

ringlets adorned unseen angels

with every exhalation" amazing imagery. the moon is always smiling. great write.

[Helena]

"those elegant jeweled diamonds
held close, waltzing into midnight
dressing Auld Lang Syne to the nines"

Tammy this was exquisite poetry. Such beautiful imagery
that took me right into the scene....thank you for submitting
this to my contest "A Chance to Shine" ~ Helena

[Fran Marie]

Well penned indeed~Fran Marie

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Being a night owl myself i feel a certain connection with the moon, I love you representation of the moon as hope and faith... a very mesmerizing write.

[Alias Fletcher]

outside smoking, uh. Yeah,I too like the dead silence of a winter night. nice wording, charly

[Lena M. P.]

I felt sadness but hope in this poem. The sky was almost a minuet; dancing stars and angels from the chilled breaths. But then you talked of two worlds and the tear in the wall. Sad ends to an old year and hopes for a new one. Good poem.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This is a lovey write.

[Tovli]

lovely, Tammy--so delicate and optimistic--the imagery is busy-active with a metaphoric calmness surrounding the poem--like a bright moon on a cold night. well done. tovli (ps. happy new year)