That full moon
like a brass button
studding the night,
implying perforation,
adeherence, closure.
In some places
it was occluded,
tarnished–
but we couldn’t see it
from where we sat,
adrift in a deep night
that fell like a curtain.
For every word
a third unspoken.
That full, full moon
and the Earth’s shadow
encroaching. The very
papable weight
of nothing.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This is stunning. My favourite line is: “adrift in a deep night, that fell like a curtain”. So lovely 🙂
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Thank you!
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Your words are wonderful as always.
I know you don’t post every single day, but have you thought of Doing the Tupelo 30/30 challenge? I ask out of selfish reasons, as I want and uninterrupted flow of your poems.
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Thank you, crow! I have thought about it, maybe one of these days… 🙂
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I do not get the opportunity to come on here often, but I am glad I did this morning! I really enjoy the way you put words together. Keep up the good work!
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Thank you! I am glad you stopped by 🙂
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If I may, could I ask you to give me some honest feedback on some of my posts? I am attempting to get back into writing, and I am still learning my way around this blogging adventure
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Is there a post you had in mind?
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Yes, there are two posts, one is Hidden, and the other is Quiet. Just looking for some constructive criticism.
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