Frank E Gibbard Posted March 10, 2011 Share Posted March 10, 2011 (edited) Like a slice of fruit the moon loomed in a blue black sky stood single as a segment juicy bright just newly picked Rearing above seeming near enough to reach and touch a thought occurred a vision blurred into a half shut eye As walk progressed unsteady steps processed looking up the crescent gleamed and now it seemed a golden lyre No music played though upon those strings unplucked mid-metaphor with step unsure I fire off a loony interdict . . Edited March 10, 2011 by Frank E Gibbard Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted March 11, 2011 Share Posted March 11, 2011 Very lyrical and lovely, Frank. I feel like I'm there, too. The title and your use of "loony" in the last line are delightful and whimsical. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank E Gibbard Posted March 11, 2011 Author Share Posted March 11, 2011 Much appreciated Tony for your take on my lunacies :icon_sunny: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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