Weeping Moon

My weeping moon.

You have seen what I can bloom, 

and still you are keeping asleep.

In quiet tears and somber fears; 

I hear a peaceful hymn as the end nears. 

life, life, life!

An uninterrupted melody 

effortlessly and pleasantly mumbled in silence.

Author's Note

A quick and simple poem. As always all are welcomed to discuss, criticize, review, or just ignore. Thank you to anyone who reads!

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

as long as the hymn doesn't say....strife strife strife you doing pretty good my friend keep bringing those blooms

[Rye]

Quite enjoyed this write, intriguing as well. muchly enjoyed

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and sometimes the speaker can't tell if the sounds and tears come from the moon, or himself...
Life is definitely an uninterrupted melody...but at times...i feel it does take some effort to get the needle through the tough spots on the vinyl.
j.