The new moon approaches again
and my mind is filled with words
such complex undertaking
to put them into poetic grid
to make something of them
dispense with their random nature
and curl my tongue around them
as I write them down
Chapter and verse
Rhythm and rhyme
Morning and evening
incoming tides
outgoing images
painted psychedelically
across the clouded mind
emerging on paper
as I write them down
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Arriving of new moon in poem is really wonderful imagery within. Very wonderfully drafted and shared.10.