Jack Reed Poet Rhyme

Talking Moon

She’s talking to the moon.
Hazed in the midnight gloom.

Ancestor, naked angel of night.
Bright stars wanting for her answers so right.

Confused not knowing what to do.
So nieve - the wisdom of the moon of doom.

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Michael Jordan January 4, 2011 at 7:43 PM jack, how are you? I liked this poem - Leaves a lot to the imagination while telling just enough to lead you there. i hope many blessings come with the New Year, mj

Poet Destroyer A January 4, 2011 at 7:31 PM Impressive, Jack! I think talking to the moon is a good and creative feeling.. enjoyed your poem,..p.d.