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striped moon
sliced my dreams
stole them slyly
in silvery slivers
through gaps
of my shutters
he gloats having
made a fine
meal of my mind
thief in transit
self-fancied lord
light of the night
when it’s me
I’m convinced
it’s all me
all my lost lovely
visions that shine
white and bright
from his larcenous
leering at gullible
lovers enrapt
by the throw
of his illicit glow
unaware
their own dreams
could be next
(originally posted January 2014)
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Wonderful
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thanks, Bjorn
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ive been on the moon more mornings than not…check my latest piece, Front and center on dopesickdiaries.com
love ya brother in struggle,
galentine loveless
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appreciate that
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Wonderful. I’m referring to this post in the post I’m writing right now. Thanks so much for creating and sharing it.
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thank you most kindly, Ann
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I really enjoy your writing. I find myself completely relating. It’s very encouraging.
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as is your comment to me – it means a great deal
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Lovely and dark…ambivalent on love and the comfort of the moon/woman…love it.
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Every line a pure gem. Had the misfortune to see a documentary about the much fabled poet William Cowper the other evening. Long dead as he is I would observe that were he still with us he’d not be fit to tie your bootlaces Sir.
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the mad hymnist whose Task went on forever – I dare say we’d not likely share the same air
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Odd some speak so highly of his work!
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no doubt they are the erudite studious connoisseurs of poetry – whereas I am but an impatient dilettante
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This is now my fave/your best–just about knocked the breath out of me.
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oh my, I’m elated
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Oh my god…this is glorious. Absolutely stunning, maddeningly written so my mouth waters for each next line.
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I’m bowing – and smiling – gratefully
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Sheer lunacy . . .
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Lovely – the moon as a “he” – I usually think of the moon as feminine, nice turn.
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I guess I was misled by the old “man in the moon” myths
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“The man in the moon.” Oh, yes, of course. I remember when Apollo landed on the moon, and my aunt had to stop saying “that’s as crazy a man on the moon.” That was many moons ago 🙂
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simply awesome.
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much appreciated
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Brilliant!!
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thanks kindly
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too dark, too true, too close to home.
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I understand
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Phenomenal
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many thanks
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My pleasure
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The picture of the moon pairs so well with your images of the moon slicing dreams. I love the “s” words in the first few lines of your poem. Lovely.
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alliteration and consonance are favorite tools of mine
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
A Paul Lenzi post – RIP, Dear Friend!!
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