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Poetry By: the Lame One

this poem tries to convey my thoughts on the interplay of the moon and the clouds in a tropical night sky during the november harmattan

Submitted:Feb 18, 2007    Reads: 186    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

Rounded globe of silver luminance

Floating in the night-clad middle sky

By your thin wavy light my pen highlights

Blanketing us in your shimmer like hue

In triumph you shine gracefully

Through cloudy squadrons set to dim your aura

Blinking in homage to adolescent clouds

Rushing in mock mime to beckoning adulthood

Whispering through time's windy gap

You give sight to my flowing pen's path�

As I trace the route of your steady crawl

Across the length of this November sky

In saddening suddenness, you are lost

To wooly whorls who sneaked to choke you

In the tightness of their dark embrace

Harbingers of the sweet cacophony of dreamy night rain

This hastens my trip to the cozy comfort of sleepy isle

Where day time fantasies stalks the aisle

Arising earlier than the punctual cockcrow� ���

I behold the constellations of your farewell

Sparkling where you'd shone brightly 'fore.



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