Only the moon
would do.
She stretched
her star-filled
blue-heavens dress,
blotting out all the world
happening below. She'd show
them. First to capture
moonlight. And so,
life went on all around her
glittering garment.
Sadly, she would know
nothing of it. Fixated
on fame, she was turned
to blue marble, ever
out of reach of her prize.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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.
Nice one.
Happy Sunday
Much❤love
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Thanks, Gillena. Hugs to you! 💜💜
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Interesting story.
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Thanks, Sadje!
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My pleasure
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Sara, wow – this feels like some sort of fable to me!
❤
David
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Thanks, David! Beware the moon’s power.
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Yikes! Wonder how others viewed the marble…
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We’ll probably never know!
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A magical story poem that captivated me to the end! Love this Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Sara, a perfect imagining for that image. I liked the cadence to it. Good setting the tone with the first lines.
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Thanks so much, Lisa!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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“Only the moon / would do.” – great image.
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Thanks, q!
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Oh fame, it is such a testy, elusive, thing….beautiful writing
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Thanks, Susie!
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Beautiful, Sarah! So sad she didn’t attain what she wanted.
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Her expectations were too high.
Thanks, Susi.
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You’re welcome, Sarah!
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