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MEMORY MOON
This morning is splendid:
The rainbird spills
his pouring sound
saturating the sponge
of my soul
I answer eagerly
with the pounding
of my heart
morse code
of memory
The moon lies cradled
in the arms of Morpheus
slowly fading
with the Night
I lift my arms
to invite the Day
my memory Moon
safely tucked away:
Good morning,
Morning!
Good day,
Day!
...
The evening is splendid:
The rainbird spills
his pouring sound
...
The Moon picks me up
with the arms
of Morpheus
Good evening,
Evening!
Myra Lochner 2001
beautiful poem
i loved every little bit of it
There is something bloomingly enchanting and personificatory about "MEMORY MOON"; and it captures my sense of that child of nature in me... "The moon picks me up with the arms of Morpheus... I lift up my arms to invite the Day my memory moon safely tucked away: ..." I'll surely be back to this "MEMORY MOON" because "This morning is splendid:..." Aha! Myra, indeed! Ugonna