Ransom Philologue Poet Rubaiyat

My Moon Hides

Clouds flow by my Moon,
And my love leaves far too soon
Why now hide her face?
Denying me such a boon.

Rain weeps from heaven,
The lines of my tears to trace, 
Still hearing Moon's call
I hate reaction so base.

The rain continues to fall,
Obscuring my all.
Where has my lovely Moon gone?
Face lost to skies' pall.

I look to my Moon's next dawn:
Yet again here to fawn...
Shuffling off this lucid coil,
reminding, a yawn.


this is for the "Constance La France 2026-01-15 Write A Beautiful Rubaiyat Poem" contest

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Beata Agustin January 20, 2026 at 7:21 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.