Just Plain Foolish

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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Poem

When black night
Caresses the sharp sliver
Of needle thin, wailing
Newborn moon,
Who kisses the piercing wound?

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2 Comments:

Blogger Mandy said...

quite lovely realy
neatly mysterious

6/13/2007 12:24 PM  
Blogger Plain Foolish said...

Thank you.

I wrote this while travelling through the Appalachian mountains in Western Maryland. It seems like the moon is brighter there, and looks painfully sharp when it's crescent.

6/14/2007 11:36 AM  

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