Midnight Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Midnight
Old moon, cold moon,
staring through
the trees' filigree,
cares not
for yesterday's sin,
the proliferation
of bad deeds
and stealing of sanity.
The sidewalk cries
in dampness
at the ancient dark,
and shadows
of the passing dead
speak not of life
or stars
that have overslept,
but of the sun
that has been
driven away.
Wow creatively described and depicted. The moon terms with your special effects and perspective, a different unique one indeed. Kudos. Nice to read from your pen again, I hope u will too my latest titled Ashura.
Beautiful flow of language I agree totally with Dan Full marks Sally
Very evocative and thought provoking. Nicely written and shaped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 12:56:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
but of the sun that has been driven away The ending is perfectly written..it concludes all