His Only Face Poem by Patti Masterman
His Only Face
The moon's pockmarked-
But it's in my dreams,
Deeply etched, though invisibly.
Twining there, like an alien cheese;
Or latent philosopher's sketchy scheme,
Looking me down many-silvered streams.
I'd embrace the moon, and never loose
My heart, from it's moth-eaten lace,
Just to see that visage rare;
A single view of his only face.
Beautiful and enigmatic, I love the overall imagery of the text and great use of simile and alliteration. An enjoyable read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/25/2024 4:51:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
strong, powerful images... as usual!