La Lune Poem by Bert Bell
La Lune
outside my bedroom
window
on a sheet of ebony,
the moon sits,
diaphanous veils
of cloud playing
with her pierrot
face, and I wonder
what possesses
wolves and mad men
to howl at her.
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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5/7/2024 1:44:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah, an ancient soulful question, to be pondered for the ages. Well stated Bert! ... does, perhaps, the fact that the view is from your bedroom play into the idea? Just a thought...