The moon is like a distant love we try
to forget that always seems to reappear
with radiance that dominates the sky,
the moon, so like a distant love. We try
but find we can never deny
the pull of this majestic silver sphere,
the moon is like a distant love we try
to forget, yet always seems to reappear.
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I live your beautiful lyrical take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing the info about the moon so fascinating
Nicely done
Moving poem, Bob. Our companion, like many a memory,is drifting slowly further away
ReplyDeleteGlad you posted your triolet at Poets United. Really lovely, achingly so... Peace and moonlit nights, Amy Barlow Liberatore
ReplyDeleteHere's mine:
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/03/09/tapestry-in-black/
this is beautiful...i love your words.
ReplyDeleteI've never thought of the moon this way,
ReplyDeletebut will henceforth,
it's just as you say ...
Excellent use of the form. A little gem of a piece.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteI dread to think what it will look like when China begins to mine it, which is what they plan to do!
We've damaged this planet enough without starting on the moon too.
I have a "complex love-hate relationship" with the moon,so the somewhat haunting, unwelcome - and at the same time wanted - moon in your poem makes a lot of sense to me. I like this.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I'm glad my first triolet wasn't too horrible. Thanks again to Dave for the inspiration on form and Ella for the subject, I've written so many on the moon, it really is a great source of inspiration.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Ah, mysterious moon that lurks above and inside...
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