Marvel at the moon. It doesn’t matter how.
Sit on any porch. The moon, it always watches back.
Take a sip of moonlight, touch it to your lips.
Let your knees find soiled ground and raise your eyes-
I admire the moon for having lack of contact.
I admire the moon for being consistent.
I admire the moon because it admires
each of us who are looking back.
Every dusky evening, until it hides, but not on purpose.
It’s too aware to be gone without warning.
We all need to understand being gone before being back again.
Marvel at the moon. It doesn’t matter how.
It lent its shadow, all the way to me-
and while it removed my disbelief I saw the moon dance.
I marvel at the moon because it found its way.
-M. Taggart
copyright 2018
Thank you for reading
Excellent imagery!
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Thank you. Thank you, thank you!
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Love this!
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Thank you!
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I do marvel at the moon! Although not as often as I used to. Lovely poem, very inspiring! ♥
By the way, I wanted to let you know that I have nominated you for the Liebster Award. If you want to participate, see my blog for the rules and questions. If you don’t, it’s fine too.
https://idaauclond.wordpress.com/2018/02/19/liebster-award-2018/
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Thank you! I have my hands full with Gavin and Megan. I wouldn’t know where to begin with the award. Well, I would. You paved that out nicely for me. 🙂
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Love this:)
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Thanks Kae!
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