Wednesday, December 28

Brand new moon

by Ana
Picture: unknow

5 comments:

Prime Aque said...

This is a nice poetry my friend... I love reading this and the picture really captivates my eyes :)

Clouds and Daffodils said...

Thank you! Boxing the moon made me remember another poem:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

By Auden.

Ana said...

Thank you Balqis and Clauds and Daffodils.
I love Daffodils... :)

Balqis said...

Ana, this is me. I think you wanted to thank Prime. :)

A very nice piece of poetry. The image reminds me of the lunar eclipse which happened this year. I was watching it. So amazing! :)

Thanks for sharing. :)

Ana said...

Thank you Balqis.
I just found this comment at "Spam".
I'm glad I found it cause your opinion means a lot to e.
:)