Waning
The full moon
gasps its last,
then shrinks
like a fading
black and white
television screen,
incandescent circle
growing ever smaller,
until the sky
swallows it whole.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Waning
The full moon
gasps its last,
then shrinks
like a fading
black and white
television screen,
incandescent circle
growing ever smaller,
until the sky
swallows it whole.
Nice imagery. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks! Sometimes the shortest poems turn out the best.
Very nice poem. It makes me miss the moon.
Nice thing about the moon is that it always comes back…..;)
Thank goodness for that!
Love it! It’s simple and easy to picture. It makes me want to see a full moon tonight.
Close your eyes……;)