Second Night
Stars litter
The great black—
Blunderous yellow moon.
Does happy rest
In moon and stars?
The sweet of kiss?
Does it wallow
The waiting heart?
This umbral fever?
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Sylvia, I’m learning from your economy and diction (“blunderous,” “wallow,” “umbral”). The “l”s get at the lingering quality.
Thanks, Gaby. I’m trying a new form (3 line-3 stanza- under 30 words) I’m calling the Lexpomo.
Love “blunderous moon”, as in do we sometimes just blunder into happiness?