Harvest Moon Poem by Noreen Carden

Harvest Moon

Rating: 5.0


Harvest moon hanging high
Watching us Gods ancient eye
Poets write you distant cold
While i observe your core
Behold i see a heart of gold

You sail the sky as lovers walk
Sharing in their sweet love talk
Why do we name you cold and pale
You colour every lovers tale

While young men are growing old
They are jealous of you orb of gold
You light the path young lovers stray
as their bones molder in the clay

Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this one night when the moon seemed yellow in colour rather than silver
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 20 September 2013

Noreen...i read it perfectly on time..its full moon now...its beautiful! , and your poem too :) .. Today i saw some chinese kids playing with beautiful lantern...(its night here now) , really it so cool to combine what i have seen today to in your poem..lovely_Soul

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 05 September 2013

You light the path young lovers stray as their bones molder in the clay my fav lines from this wonderful poem.

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Heather Wilkins 04 September 2013

a beautiful harvest moon well written a moon for lovers

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Heather Wilkins 04 September 2013

a beautiful harvest moon well written a moon for lovers

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Dave Walker 04 September 2013

A wonderful flowing poem, a really great write.

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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 03 December 2017

Beautifully crafted, with nice rhyme...very nice to read.

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Brian Stafford 03 March 2015

very interesting poem, well written!

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Mary Forrester 17 August 2014

Delightful poem Noreen, a joy to read.

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Bri Edwards 16 May 2014

anothar one i've read and commented on in the past, but (unless the poem has been changed since last year) i'm shocked that i didn't point out some things i see in it now. guess i'll send a message about it. :) bri

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Daniel Brick 08 May 2014

You make magic with your perception of the moon as yellow/golden instead of white/silver. In just three stanzas you both alter and affirm the moon of our long imagination. You affirm its presence in the nocturnal aspects of human life - lovers, time, death even - but also alter aspects of it, with the ageing men feeling bereft and jealous of the young - but I think if they really soaked in that golden light they would be reconciled to ageing and rejoice in the happiness of the young! It's only natural that the moon's changes alerts us to ageing and offers consolation.

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