John Westlake

Gold Star - 15,901 Points (Crawley)

012. I Stand On A Lonely Cliff Top - Poem by John Westlake

my grey half closed eyes
stare at nothing
but the darkened sea

The blind moon escapes the clouds
and shows its shining face
the moon is deaf as well as blind
but every one sees it now

I look at the moon
its shining rays fall on my face
the moon’s face
shimmers in the sea
like a bad reflection


Poet's Notes about The Poem

One of my least favourite ones personally but I add add it as someone else may actually like it

Comments about 012. I Stand On A Lonely Cliff Top by John Westlake

  • Gold Star - 10,717 Points Bri Edwards (3/28/2014 7:21:00 PM)

    not only do i actually like it.......but i shall send it to MyPoemList. it could be that we have different tastes in poetry (at least sometimes) . what didn't you like about it?

    thanks, john, for sharing. bri :)

    i especially enjoyed reading:

    the moon’s face
    shimmers in the sea
    like a bad reflection
    ==================================my humble offering in response to your inspirational poem.
    Speak To Me, Moon

    Speak to me, Moon, of what you see.
    Oh! I forgot; you CAN'T see. Pardon me.

    Then speak to me, Moon, of what you hear.
    Damn, you are deaf also, Moon. How queer!

    Ok then. Speak to me, Moon, of what you feel,
    as you gaze down on our cities of concrete and steel.
    What's that you say, Moon? You don't like what you see.
    Well, I didn't build them, so please don't blame ME! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014


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