A full moon- Long verse

The moon shines blue in the eerie night

Crickets croak in mellifluous delight

Pitter patter falls the rain on the window pane

A little boy watches it all: curious, wide-eyed

The moon radiates its bright white light

He jumps in puddles with all his might

Giggles at the mess he’s made of his dress

Could he be any naughtier, his tired mama sighs.

The moon hides behind a dark gray cloud

He’s busy with his friends, the football crowd

Joking, laughing, trying hard to fit in

He’s finding his feet, standing his ground.

The moon is a crescent with a star by its side

He’s enthralled by her beauty, his heart can’t deny

Legs turn to jelly, can’t say anything right

Why is love so awkward, he desperately cries.

The moon is a circle cut right in half

Making a name for himself, he’s working so hard:

He runs the rat race to bell the fat cats.

Meanwhile, his wife is his guiding North star:

They embark on a new journey they cautiously chart.

The moon shines blue this eerie night

Crickets croak in mellifluous delight

He holds his little son close to the window pane

And he watches, as his father did;

Curious, wide-eyed.

 

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Flower Seller

Flower Seller

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White jasmine buds like half-closed eyes

Seized, twisted, set in expertise

Heady fragrance enticing a flirty breeze

Pink yellow chromes in the basket beneath.

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Counting the money, she wipes her brow-

There’s enough for a hot meal on the stove

When darkness falls, she’s a wife and a mother;

Morning calls her to be just another flower seller.


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http://www.trekearth.com/