Luna's Release Poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
Luna's Release
In constant comments voices flow
As the song I sing, my soul will grow
You haunt my dreams phantomwise
As the poet's poem or the artist's eye
For in your waning or waxing tides
As thou grows slim then wide
Dry and crisp or pregnant thought
In my words you are clearly sought
To the Sun these words reside
Or quietly scatter to your dark side
For the answers are found in the signs
Thou rule my pen or my design
I think of pearls and moonstone hearts
As my thoughts are stilled or dark night parts.
i don't do well with symbolism, writing OR 'reading/interpreting' it. and i don't like to 'WORK AT IT'. ha ha. give it to me openly/simply; if it's symbolism, from it, i'll flee! (cont.) ..
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4/16/2024 6:30:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
(cont.) ....but i like your rhyming, AND IF I don't try to understand, i also like the flow and general sound of it, like many songs i used to hear and not even know what most of the lyrics were, esp. 'ROCK 'N' ROLL' stuff. why, i wonder, signs/design, not signs/designs. bri :) to MyPoemList for the hel...i mean the SOUND OF IT.