As I gaze onto morning evening skies
Oh! yon silhouette so does shine
in space you are a woman
Luna Mwezi
You are much woman
I spy you're Luna a moon
Daughter of the Earth a full grown woman
Spinning 27 days around her
Celestial body rotates around us a woman Mona by name
Luna Mwezi
Woman well praised
Bad day on Earth she's dressed in blue silver on white
While in the evening after dusk the end of day she wears black
Luna Mwezi
When she moves she causes bodies water
Oceans, streams, rivers, lakes to rise and fall
No one owns her she's alone there and with her silver eyes
She's Lunette, Luana,
Lewanna
Ilandere a moon woman
Chandra moon goddess
A beautiful moon woman
8/2/21
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If only you were me,
Would you beleaguer me then too?
Your words they pierce through like bayonets!
You do not discern the imperium of your words,
And I would never pray for you,
To be in my shoes.
My flaws they are naked,
Open like a lunette,
Through which I can peer through,
Seeing and believing all is true,
Like broken shards they hurt me;
You don't have to tell me too.
If only I were you,
I wouldn't let you be,
What you have put me through,
I would cherish thee,
For then I'd be happy too,
It would have been a blessing true.
7/11/20
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~ ~DURING THE RIDE~ ~
high waves sheer lunette
miles of lithium popping haze
air carousels swoon
crisp thrills up up there
mountain cones scaling bite-size
crazed arms touching moon
~ ~ AFTER THE RIDE~ ~
why, what's so funny
with wonderbra i'm wearing
down my waist, floppy!
(( for S*K*A*T's air balloon ride contest :))
The Lunette
Above the transom of the door
leading to the courtyard
a half-moon of yellow glass,
pitted and bubbled,
shows you fragments of garden.
From mullion to mullion
now bourgainvillea,
now ivy, now jasmine
sway and snake
against old limestone:
cool green emblazoned
with sudden mustard,
viridescence dipped in citrine.
A hot, yellow half-moon
trapped in the inner gloom
of Mdina.
Margaret Clerici
from "Glass:Glimpses of Malta"
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