Disguised As A Moon Behind A Tree Poem by Michael Joseph Ferguson

Disguised As A Moon Behind A Tree



rest a while

some strange new dance
is coming to you

along with a
clattering wheel or two,
and the milk of new love songs

sit and wait for them,
disguised as a moon
behind a tree

sit,
wait...

and try to move
your feet
when they
arrive

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Macdonald 06 May 2009

the metaphor is soothing to the mind and the promise of new love and adventure in the future often keeps us going in these dreary days. this poem is medicine for the mind. nice job.

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such a soothing and smooth write..amazing poem

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