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The moon is crescent

shape transcendent

of our worries,

heaven sent

 

We the residents

admire it's presents

dreaming stories

prescient

 

Where the dissidents

slumber pleasant

seeking salvatory

convalescence

Reviews

[Brandon Taylor-Black]

Wow...another fine piece of poetry.
As a species, we are ultimately going to be the instrument of our own demise, imo.
This is an awesome write.
Bravo

[Angel Bird]

Wow - this is fine poetry and image provoking philosophy! Wonderful poem, beautifully done. I like it very much.

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

I liked this so much. It tickles the tongue when read out loud, I found it's imagery very theraputic too....the moon does that to me! Good to read you, JPoet, LLB