Jw Fellers Poet Cowboy Poetry

Guarded By Moonlight

                                Moonlight crept through the cracks,
                                                of the cabin, to lie on the floor.
                                Crossed the room without tracks,
                                                savoured each spot as the spot before.

		Dust danced on the moonbeams,
			as time just trickled past.
		Minutes lingered for hours, it seems,
			these nights, how long they do last.

		Pictures now shaded of you last spring,
			as moonlight moseyed on along.
		Dreadin’ pictures the moonlight will bring,
			wonder asked me, “What went wrong?”

		The moon’s light climbs the wall,
			chased by the dancin’ dust.
		Ascendin’ its creepin’ crawl,
			in a few hours, it’ll be dusk.

		Passing is another night,
			the moon’s light guards against sleep.
		Which one of us was right?
			This life I cannot keep. 

                                                 By Jim “Ish” Fellers
                                     Copyright ©: July 10, 2004 ~ Saturday

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Robert A. Dufresne December 6, 2009 at 5:25 AM Just love your descript and the moonbeam journey . Really like this one too.Awesome, JW.

Jw Fellers September 12, 2009 at 4:37 PM Oh Shucks! The beginnin' an' the endin' is not centered. Man,,,now what do I do? Ms. Sara; What Do I Do?? Hee. Hee. Thanks for the kind words. Your Grandson has only the best to look forward to on his journey through life with a Grandma like yourself, Ma'am. My Prayers are with you an' yours, Ms. Sara. Take-Care. JW ~ TexasCowboyIsh

Sara Kendrick September 12, 2009 at 4:15 PM Sounds like the cabin is a place to use your imagination as you drift into the land of dreams. You were right on in my poem about the plant and wild shoot. It is my grandson of whom I am speaking and the love and effort that I put into his early years. Keep writing. Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown June 29, 2009 at 11:50 AM Welcome to PoetrySoup JW. I am hoping to read many more poems written by you. Love, Carol

Jim Fish June 24, 2009 at 3:47 PM Hey Jim, I like the image you seem to convey and the saddness and langoring lonelines comes through quite well. I'll be keeping an eye out for ya, after I re-read your other three poems. Thanks for the read... ~<><