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I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Saturday, April 30, 2011

SONNET FOR AN APRIL MOON

The final April moon will soon take leave.
Contentedly, he navigates the sky.
He knows not that his passing makes us grieve,
Nor hears the tone of our collective sigh.

For thirty eves, the moon has cast his spell
Releasing inspiration from his core
Yet, now has come the time to say farewell,
As April’s moon will strum our hearts no more.

No gathering beneath his fetching smile,
Nor once-upon-a-timing ‘neath his glow.
Though next year, he will once again beguile;
Inspiring prose and verse to daily flow.

Our melancholy hearts will melt away,
For there will be a new moon come what May.

Marie Elena

4 comments:

  1. "Come what May" you have a way with words. Did you ever think of doing this on a regular basis? I think you would excel at it!!! Very descriptive Partner!

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  2. Thanks Walt! Warm Hannahsmiles to ya!

    M.E.

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  3. Marie Elena, a lovely sonnet - and a fitting tribute to the month of April and all that poetry. Thanks. I like that pun in the last line too.

    Richard

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  4. Thank you so much, Richard! Good to see you out here. I hope you are continuing to write as well.

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