My Mountain

Written for:  Sunday Muse #217

On this mountain,
magical moments
take place.  No one
else knows about
this space.  Just me.
One night I was able
to swim across  
the night sky. Didn't
tell anyone.  Tonight
the moon is full
of smiles.  I am
catching moonbeams
on my magical mountain.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to My Mountain

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    Magical and very nice, Sata.


  2. Such a peaceful and inspiring post… thank you…


  3. Carrie V. H. says:

    This poem is magic Sara!


  4. Rob Kistner says:

    Loved the mystery and magic of thisSara. Very uplifting my friend — thanks! 🙂✌🏼❤️


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