Whitest

A full one tonight, a quarter-size of this world, her white is complete, inviting me to stare. No clouds there to hide her. Will she bring out the wolf in me? Such a canine might, emerge and amaze, without warning: dreaded, ferocious, fanged. Or should I simply smile and gaze? (14 Aug 2023)

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Ann Cantu

Date: 8/24/2023 4:34:00 AM

Ah, I like tales of creatures of the night, and have written a few poems in similar vein. Well crafted!

Andrew John
Date: 8/24/2023 4:44:00 AM

I've been having a look at your poems, Ann. So far, I like what I've seen. :-)

Andrew John

Date: 8/15/2023 4:42:00 AM

Thank you for the comment. I did one several years ago about a full moon and what it could do to us. In case you're interested, look on this site for "Full Moon". It begins with the lines, "The howl escapes me / I cannot help it . . ." Thanks again for your kind words.

The Situation

Date: 8/14/2023 6:49:00 PM

why i find it in the unread is a mystery. I read it and faved it because It got me. even the last line.