Silvery face smiles
Down from full moon
Her spirituality lost on me
Moonbeams sent
Down to lift my mood
But her cratered face
Saddens my heart
But with her
I sleep not alone.
Shinning crescent
A sideways smile
Smirking at my efforts
To capture her moonbeams
In the jar of my words
As I listen to the tides
She shares to sooth my mind.
© 19th June 2020 rog leach
written for dverse prompt below
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A beautiful take on a personified moon ☺
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well you did capture the essence of moon – and I love your jar of words
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To capture her moonbeams
In the jar of my words………. wonderful
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poignant images of the moon, especially those vivid moonbeams. Thanks for joining us!
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In the jar of my words- Cool. Liked the familiarity with and comfort from the moon.
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Very airy and honest and also soothing.
“But with her
I sleep not alone.”
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