Another Night Another Moon

Another word, another sight,

another night caught me breathing.

I wish I could see the moon,

or at least here her song.

Your clouds wall it from me.

foggy sharp needles

they know where to make me bleed,

Like you.

Then the Moon rips through

I see her tears

and answer.

Venus comes with Mars

bright and dull prayers

through the wall.

Why would I?

chances like that

are dandelions thrown,

expecting to hit the stars.

A hole opens around the moon

I see them twinkling, laughing

Asking me why I would bother.

Reviews

[Valentine]

Cloudy nights obscure the nights depth and beauty, like the rain spoils a beautiful day, yet the earth cries for both. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. Left me with things to ponder.
"Why would I?
chances like that
are dandelions thrown,
expecting to hit the stars."
I liked the words "Dandelions thrown." Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Renée]

Reminds me of many conversations with that old moon.. oh the secrets it could tell on us all. A lovely piece, Mark.

[Mark]

Thank you Renee.

[Renée]

it was my pleasure to read

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sometimes, often when we have lived and lived and lived broken dreams we ask ourselves such searching questions. So deep and emotive!

[Pryde Foltz]

Why would I?

chances like that

are dandelions thrown,

expecting to hit the stars.

Some pretty vibrant images here, Mark:)

[Mark]

Thank you :)

[MOON]

The title drew me , your clouds wall them out great imagery, lovely poignant write.