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About This Poem
Confession of a Poet
In the latest hours, the moon shines very bright
Igniting the lower fields with its mercy
A poem comes to fruition in this light
All can read, as it’s shared with love completely
I confess, this poem was from my calm heart
To shine as the cool moon, listen to each part
Field is open to my mind of mystery
My ideas shine onto all that are mighty
Entrant into Anne Currin's "Confessions of a Poetry Souper" contest
2/2/2013
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