Blood Moon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Blood Moon



Blood Moon

Go get lost, the dumb eyes
You just see; realize.

You saw moon in sky
It was round and full size.

Someone held; but unseen
Someone bit; made it thin.

The circle turned two third
Then became, half; one third.

Finally with sunrise
Moon was gone, as if not.

What is, seen being lens?
Better see, think, praise.

Saturday, April 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: creation
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