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waxing poetica

the moon is made of lovers' wishes
Gorgonzola, and other dishes
heard knighted lines of ardent passion
of tears and wars of lusted action

fallen harvest moon shines emphatically
a golden cornucopia spilled chromatically
dancing fires with nights painted pagan
and gifted artistic jilted lovers beggin'

timelessly written in songs and tomes
those emotive thoughts we've come upon
matters not whether orb is woman or man
it touches us celestially like no other can

call her she, or the man-in-the-moon
beginnings wrap to endings all too soon
her light, like a lover's love waning
your pull on her, has gone, abstaining

yet new he comes 'round in the night
dark and mysterious a shadow of light
and more look up with wonder and lust
under earthly moon all cratered and dust

canines in deserts howl their approval
lone wolf on mesa or in packs communal
eclipsing all that the earth can give
it pulls oceans of emotions that we live

whether I'm mental or merely sentimental
some core of lunar moonin' is elemental
and moves me in arcs of sorrow and elation
soulfully to cry with ecstatic damnation

pulled nearer in mind to phased lunacy
by the gravity of the moon you see
whatever it means for all the fuss
this moon surely has a pull on us

© Goode Guy 2011-09-13
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Posted: Sep 2011

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Comments (4)

elo69
great write goodguy...nice to see you...elo..wave
country_lady67
gravitational pull of the moon is extreme on all of us.. it lights our hopes or dreams and fantasies.. and effects our moods.. both human and animal.. a beautiful writewine
Macduff5
Hi GG,

You've waxed very poetically here....the moon...what strange and magical powers does it possess....for lover's or werewolves or those affected mentally. A clever write. cheers
gnj4u
Hi, agoodguy2have,
With its eight main phases, lunar power moves me in arcs of sorrow and elation as it waxes and wanes, all cratered and dust... Such magnificent imagery, this moon.
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