Pockteful of Rosie Moon
It comes up pink
rises gold
and sets like the ghost
of a white-haired crone
____________Colleen Redman / Poets United
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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September 15th, 2019 8:33 am
Love the way you described this, Colleen. A gem of a poem!
September 15th, 2019 9:30 am
Nicely captured, CR.
September 15th, 2019 10:53 am
You painted haunting and accurate pictures with a few simple words. The moon is a white-haired crone that eerily mirrors its white-haired admirers who peek through windows mystified by its faded glow.
September 15th, 2019 11:16 am
I noted the other evening that the moon was far from pink, mor a white bright pebble… I so much wish for a rose colored moon
September 15th, 2019 11:28 am
I’ve seen moons like that, although I’ve never been able to describe them as well as you have. Kudos!
September 15th, 2019 12:23 pm
I love the ghost of the white-haired crone. I might even BE her, LOL. Fifth try to post this comment…sigh.
September 15th, 2019 1:22 pm
Love this! It conjures the track of an evening or a lifetime.
September 15th, 2019 1:25 pm
A beautiful capture of our gorgeous moon and a wonderful metaphor for life. So much to imagine and ponder in so few words. I’m in awe!
September 15th, 2019 3:04 pm
What a moon definition!! ❤️❤️
September 15th, 2019 4:40 pm
last night I looked at the harvest moon. It wasn’t pink but it was cream colored. I love that you didn’t go on and on but wrote a beautiful short poem.
September 15th, 2019 8:08 pm
I loved the brevity in this one. It stands strong. I love the full moon.
September 16th, 2019 2:32 am
How we like to humanize the inanimate objects all around including Sun, planets, moon and more yet choose to hate each other for being just like us. What crazy creatures we are.
September 16th, 2019 9:33 am
I don’t hate people but do think we are of nature and nature is of us.
September 16th, 2019 2:18 pm
I love the way this poem feels like the ghost of a half remembered myth.
September 17th, 2019 2:42 pm
Nice!