The Moon
The Moon
large white gazing ball
hangs upon nothing
in the dark carpet above
billowing canvas
myraids of crystals
pierce black pillows
at the farthest point
where the water never ends
silver sprayed twinkling shine
staining the glassy sea
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
