Draining the Moon
At early dusk,
I watch the locked moon
and wonder:
Shall I comprehend
her still?
Careless me,
be better.
For, we are the night,
my sorrow,
and when she's gone
we are but alone.
(this was a poetic exercise I did thanks to another poet's suggestion - took first and last lines from 4 of Robert Frost's -
could be any poet - poems and mixed the words - then used them as my basis for vocabulary pool - didn't use all of
them and the only word I added was "alone" at the end - simply because nothing else fit. What a way to stretch the
brain!!! The four poems I used were: "The Sound of Trees", "My November Guest", "Locked Out" and "The Rabbit
Hunter". )
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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