Moondance

This moon. That moon.
Shared in space but not in place.
One filtered through the trees
The other sea breeze scented.
Heartbeats apart in syncopation.
Tap, tap, tapping in time
To the mystic rhythms shared.

© Brandewulf 2018


Someone very dear sent me this picture. It made me think how magical it can be when two people see the same moon viewed from very different locations.

28 comments

  1. Yeah, you’re good with sound and rhythm. Maybe I just never saw it in your other poems before. I’ll read a few to my classes, especially a nice short one.

    Maybe it’s just me, but I dig the sound and the rhythm. You should hit up some coffee shops on open mic night and earn some deafening snaps.

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    1. Wow!!! What huge compliments rolled into one amazing comment burrito…or enchilada…or cannelloni. I can’t, I think, escape the rhythms when I write.

      I am so flipping excited that you would do that. I would love to hear ANY feedback.

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