Bert Bell

La Lune - Poem by Bert Bell

outside my bedroom
on a sheet of ebony,
the moon sits,
diaphanous veils
of cloud playing
with her pierrot
face, and I wonder
what possesses
wolves and mad men
to howl at her.

Topic(s) of this poem: observation

Form: Prose Poem

Comments about La Lune by Bert Bell

  • (4/13/2016 1:29:00 PM)

    Ah, an ancient soulful question, to be pondered for the ages. Well stated Bert!
    ... does, perhaps, the fact that the view is from your bedroom play into the idea? Just a thought...
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2016

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