A full moon hovers but holds its weight. Its light refuses to lift the night. Stay in the darkness with me, it pleads. Be still, she hears and halts in the green of the matted grass. Impatient trees swing against the sky, their branches wink to say,
I love to see poems wit narrative—and a gripping one to, enticing the reader to go further to find out what really happened! And there is much left in what you've omitted—room for the readers' imagination to go crazy.
I love to see poems wit narrative—and a gripping one to, enticing the reader to go further to find out what really happened! And there is much left in what you've omitted—room for the readers' imagination to go crazy.
Thank you for reading, and for your comments. I’m glad my writing reached you and look forward to discovering yours!