thin arc of bowed buttermilk moon shines like a sliver of cheese.
scudding silver sails of cloud elude capture
as the stars look down miffed and mysterious,
can they really predict fate.
sometimes love rides the train like a hobo searching for a home
and Venus laughing hearty winks.
so where does love begin?
never in the bright ring of the sun
but in the clandestine night.
thin arc of bowed buttermilk moon shines like a sliver of cheese.
" ...never in the bright ring of the sun but in the clandestine night." That is the showstopper... Beautiful! .. Loved it.. Thanks
Luminous Lunar Glowing Beacon Light thrilling hook lunar images to darkness disc savour luminous glowing beacon night light to lost soul flavour out shine star sparkle twinkle ripple sole neighbour Inspired by the poem 'Ludicrous Is Love' by the poet Paul Brookes. Dedicated to the poet Paul Brookes.
'thin arc of bowed buttermilk moon shines like a sliver of cheese' a wonderful juxtaposition of thrilling lunar images to savour
sometimes love rides the train like a hobo searching for a home and Venus laughing hearty winks.- - - oh good images here
the pen is speechless to say any thing about this heart touching masterpiece of work, it is full of fresh poetic imagery and metaphors, no one can create all these fantastic images apart from genuine poet, we are congratulate you for this success attempt; it is mixture of tragedy, wisdom, imagery, idea, rhetoric devices.. 10++ and it deserves to go into my treasure chest, well done
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never in the bright ring of the sun but in the clandestine night.