Moonwake Poem by Philo Yan
Moonwake
The skies have turned from black to blue,
what on Earth has happened to you?
Did you forget to take your break?
The morning's here, go back to bed!
Your stars have left, it's way too late!
Don't linger long, don't even wait!
Beckon now your brighter other,
the Sun, your flaming brother!
Lunar Moon smiles and is amuse
with the Cloud's short tempered fuse.
She laughs and softly whispers
The game is up and I'm done
My brother Sun from another mother,
He likes to hang, sometimes hover.
My dear Cloud, your rising sun,
the rascal hides beneath your cover!
The skies have turned from black to blue, what on Earth has happened to you? Did you forget to take your break? The morning's here, go back to bed! Your stars have left, it's way too late! Don't linger long, don't even wait! Beckon now your brighter other, the Sun, your flaming brother! ...beautiful expression
Wonderful poem of the day, Ma'am Philo. Congrats for being selected....10+++++++++
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. An insightful piece of poetry nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm.
Moon wakes over there on the blue sky and peeps us with the self light and lit up the in-out path of every dark of life
A nice poem with a nice graphic. Congratulations on your poem's selection as the 'Member Poem of the Day'! My brother Sun from another mother, He likes to hang, sometimes hover. My dear Cloud, your rising sun, the rascal hides beneath your cover! ' - Loved these last four lines.
Hats off to the flight of imagery, comparing Sun and moon as step brother and sister. Heartiest congrats on well deserved poem of the Day.
From black to blue! ! With the romance of nature! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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A nice poem with a beautiful flow. Liked it. 'My brother Sun from another mother, He likes to hang, sometimes hover. My dear Cloud, your rising sun, the rascal hides beneath your cover! '...is beautiful. Congrats.