eclipse Posted July 24, 2015 Posted July 24, 2015 On a beach my lover dreamt of a shell and I a pearl. I woke holding the moon between my palms-the ocean breeze held me in an embrace, my lovers enchanting face aged into beauty. Quote
David W. Parsley Posted August 2, 2015 Posted August 2, 2015 Barry, I like the brevity and ambiguity of this poem. Does the narrator project his love upon the moon, caught in a moment of memory when she is not present? Or is it a figurative description with the object of love in physical proximity, sharing the moment of poetic suspension? Haunting. - Dave Quote
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