Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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Luna Moon

I had a dreamy dream,
that I was a moon beam;
a pretty goddess queen,
holding the moon.

It was warm in my hands,
this full moon of all lands;
shifting like desert sands,
I felt no gloom.

It was so heavenly,
picked from the ebony;
melting liquid freely,
oh sweet perfume.

Filigree blended lace,
I press it to my face;
this moon I now embrace,
must let go soon.

Oh moon let me ponder,
of your beauty wonder;
oh, sweet orb of silver,
transparent moon.

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March 3, 2019 


Poetry/Violette/Rhyme/Luna Moon
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1120-942-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Liquid Luna Lace
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke

First Place

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Ann Gilmour March 18, 2019 at 2:35 AM Wow... Dear Heart this is utterly divine!!! I adore the Moon and to hold her in your hands, such enchanting imagery and a FAV for me. Thank you and kindest thoughts from Ann xx

Subimal Sinha-Roy March 18, 2019 at 12:49 AM Congratulations on your win, Constance. Great imagery.

Heidi Sands March 4, 2019 at 8:46 AM Very nice! :)

Caren Krutsinger March 3, 2019 at 10:00 PM This one made me want to leave my earth body, and fly up to the moon to give her a gentle touch, Constance. Lovely!

Connie Marcum Wong March 3, 2019 at 7:23 PM I love poetry about the moon and yours is exceptional Constance! I am sure this fabulous poem with be on the winner's list my friend! : ) xxoo