At midnight, I hear the moon
calling from the edge of the roof.
I could stay where shadows gather,
or jump—
not into darkness,
but towards silver possibility
that waits under my feet,
open as a promise,
quiet as becoming,
bright enough to stay.
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Posted for Quadrille #353 Jump-start your poem @dVerse Pub
10 Responses
that pesky moon calling me out at midnight
Precisely! Thank you so much, Rog 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
Oh, Sanaa. This is lovely. The moon calls to me, too. Those last three lines are stunning.
Thank you so much, De 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The moon is calling of course I love it. best silver ever
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
jump “me to the moon and let me play among the stars” love the metaphor here, Sanaa
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
love the possibilities in this poem!
ZOOMer!