the moon is like my Diary i tell him every think happen to me , and when i look to him it make me feel happy from the inside .Also i always make wishes when i look at the moon.
I have always felt the man in the moon was following me,as I and my family would travel all across the Americas.I would lay in the rear window of our big ol Oldsmobile gazing up to the heavens,that danced with the stars,and somehow felt comforted by the presence of the Moon.Just recently,I wrote a poem describing my relationship with my husband,using the distant moon metaphorically!
Dear Sahar,funny you should liken me to Snow White,(I have dark hair,and green eyes,with pale white skin.) I've always felt akin to her,and Cinderella!But alas,I'm just a woman with a lot of imagination.In my mind's eye,I hopes,and dreams of world peace,and love!My heart is as a bird is with wings.It flutters at the thought of most things!
I have known thee before but when or how I cannot tell I remember the smell of sweet keen grass a sighing sound...only mine But just at that Swallows sore some veil did fall and then I knew it all of yore
I have not thought of this poem for too long of a time. Your words made me think of it again. Cool!
Funny,I am a poet,(lyric's writer)and didn't know it.That's what my husband says.But I come from a long line of Clairvoyants,who don't use what they see. "But just let it be what it will be!" That's why, "I don't let it stop me,I march to my own beat!" (Plus I'm left handed!) LOL
Wonderful for you! I am also left handed and can use my right almost as well. I love poetry and have written some but my gift is painting nature. I also have a strong connection to certain people I meet and family members. If one thinks of the other, the other will think of the one and so a phone call follows. I think most people are born with these gifts and lose them because of all the outside stressors. I avoid them and live in the "now".
"But just let it be what it will be!" is so true as "It is what it is."
Hey we are soul sisters! I live in the everyday,and try to put the yesterdays into perspective!That way I can roll with the punches!Funny that's the name of my Fore Father born eleven gens. back.(Mr.Punch)He was the first black man enslaved in this country.He is a common relative to Obama's Mamma,and mine!They are fourth gen.twice removed cousins!He's left handed too!"I think we are on to something,cause we think outside of the box!My Husband says,I'm the wrong way Duck!LOL
I think not and I tell you why mama'see. First of all we are not soul sisters because I don't know you. What goes on between you and your hubby has nothing to do with me. Obama's Mamma? Nice try buddy but you suck a big white dick ;)
my name means moon
you are not oldlady
you are the younger lady in the sodahead
to be sure ask your pictuer
but when or how I cannot tell
I remember the smell of sweet keen grass
a sighing sound...only mine
But just at that Swallows sore some veil did fall
and then I knew it
all of yore
I have not thought of this poem for too long of a time. Your words made me think of it again. Cool!
"But just let it be what it will be!" is so true as "It is what it is."
- I don't identify the moon with a gender, the moon reminds me of a giant sugar cookie.
how are you?