poem written based upon this image--an online poetry class assignment
She stands on the lamppost as if the world below were only a rumor, her cabaret silks fluttering like thoughts she hasn’t confessed. The moon leans down, slow and luminous, a face she’s loved from too far away. Tonight she kisses it~ not to claim it, but to prove that longing can be brave. Her umbrella hangs like a question she no longer needs. Her top hat tilts toward possibility. And the lamppost, that thin spine of earth, holds her steady as she chooses wonder over gravity. Some say she’s foolish. Some say she’s dreaming. But Pierrot knows the hidden message: the heart climbs where logic won’t, and sometimes the impossible is simply waiting for someone to touch it.
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