Tis morning, and the moon still rides blue sky;
There’s magic in that white, nocturnal moon,
Ye, moon, refuse to fade, refuse to die!
If myth and mystic tell no lie, I’ll soon
Go moonstruck. . .stark insanity; I’ll hearThe breath of angels and the earth’s soft tune.
And if the slightly twisted eye I bear
Disturbs you in some awkward way, it should;For Daytime Moon has cast its spell. Beware. . .
The crazed romantic in my soul I would
Forever hide, the moon has understood
--Monty Wheeler
Wonderful Monty! You've got the rhyme spot on...it just helps the poem flow nicely.
ReplyDeleteMy fav line:
"There’s magic in that white, nocturnal moon,"
Yes there is magic in it and in your words. Love the ending too.
We've both got the magic in our words this week Monty! Just a brilliant, flawless rhythm...love waking up with you! :)
ReplyDeleteThe magic of a daylight moon...love the rhyme...what a wonderful way to greet the morning.
ReplyDeleteGazing at the daylight moon...the beginning of that lunatic insanity that lies deep within, for me, the very beginning of poetry... In ancient times being touched by the spell of the Moon was considered as a rare blessing. I have been moonstruck too, so many times... :) Your words paint that feeling so vividly...
ReplyDeleteWell of course the moon understands...
ReplyDeleteWell written Monty - can you stay sane a bit longer?
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