By the light of last night’s moon,
I aimed for glory.
Throwing on a canopy, hopefully,
Of poetic imagination.
But panic has set in.
No words more have I to spare.
© 2016 SP
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By the light of last night’s moon,
I aimed for glory.
Throwing on a canopy, hopefully,
Of poetic imagination.
But panic has set in.
No words more have I to spare.
© 2016 SP
The concision in this poem is so thoughtful. I love the last line.
This poem was writtenby a writer who captured a feeling and feelings with evocative words. I was writing alongside you and enjoy this further sharing.