Just Plain Foolish

Just a chance for an old-fashioned, simple storyteller to say what needs to be said.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007


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

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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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