Saturday, April 9, 2011

Midnight

Waxing crescent moon
floats like fat boat
toward western harbor.
Children sleep.
I knit another row,
draw tub for bath,
hope for tomorrow.
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7 comments:

  1. MaryApril 10, 2011 at 5:57 AM

    Your poem gives me a sense of the peacefulness in your home. Beautiful.

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  2. Maude LynnApril 10, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    Beautiful and serene.

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  3. WillowApril 10, 2011 at 10:37 AM

    I love the imagery, the peaceful simplicity, the cadence of this poem.

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  4. Judy RoneyApril 10, 2011 at 10:53 AM

    What a lovely , serene scene, victoria. I like the vision of the moon sailing to the Western shore.

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  5. WillowApril 10, 2011 at 11:04 AM

    Congratulations on being NaPoWriMo's selected poet for the day.

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  6. VictoriaApril 10, 2011 at 9:47 PM

    I'm really startled to have my blog featured, and touched. I'm so pleased that people come and read and like what you read. Thank you all who visit here.

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  7. AnonymousApril 11, 2011 at 4:14 AM

    I really love this especially the moon being referred to as a "fat boat", what a image. Your writing has truth and beauty.

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