Barbara Writes
Barbara Writes
Apr 07, 2012

another fullmoon

I'm at the crossroad
Where the huge white ball hangs
Quietly in the dark veil of night
Shining down on my little piece of the world
Through vinyl blinds behind a cold, glass, window
above the kitchen sink of my modest abode

My eyes are heavy
Burning from too much reading
I turned in for a restful Saturday morning
Before the break of dawn catches me awake
Lying on my comfy couch in the wee hours of the night
Exhausted, before the day is formed

So goodnight my darlings sleep tight
Let the stars rest in your hearts tonight
As the fullmoon rests in mine
And Jesus's death is celebrated one more time

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins

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Comments

Roscoe Lane

I was going to give a few crits, and stopped to read this poem again. I've now read this three or four times maybe five and would not change a single thing. This is brilliant in it's simplicity, and you have captured something quite unique i believe. Love it. Love Roscoe..

S

This is truly beautiful writing. The only thing I'd change beside comefy misspell(I think) would be to lose one of the adjectives describing the window in line 5. But truly this is wonderful................stan

Barbara Writes

I believe I did ran away with adjectives. Lol. Thanks for the kind comment and crit.

Candlewitch

I loved these lines:

So goodnight my darlings sleep tight
Let the stars rest in your hearts tonight
As the fullmoon rests in mine

I have no suggestions, just appreciation for the work.

always, Cat

loved

Now can you guess
or any one else,

how many such moons
have passed my way
since the blessed day
my first bathday
a wild guess will do

who so ever can be within easy reach
I will compose a memorable poem for you...

judyanne

so i can only say with this write you dipped into consciousness's golden stream
i can see nothing i would change

lovely descriptive and i related to all you spoke of
was there doing the same things in my own memory
- then the ending - yes - caused 'that' emotion'
well done
love judy

S

Just dropped by to read again....something I don't do very often, This IS poetry...........stan