The night is very dark with a slight summer breeze,
A shimmer of moon peeking through the branches of trees.
I hear another’s footsteps in the distance from behind,
Hopefully the owner is a person that’s very kind.
As I continue to walk further, a pounding in my heart,
The moon gets brighter as the clouds start to part.
I turn around as I hear the sound at a faster pace,
Gleefully I shout as the moon lights up my brothers face.
Author Eileen Clark
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Eileen Clark (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2023 11:42
- Category: Family
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Very nice, Ellen. I try to write one a day to stretch my imagination and hopefully spur a reader or two to do likewise.
Hello hzugman, thank you for the nice comment, good day.
this poem is perhaps simple, simply elegant and has a happy conclusion
it reminds me of a song, the Louvin brothers(charlie and Ira) and their song about aman confronting his beloved with another at night in a garden
the other man is her brother
I can't remember the exact name of the song, bet it's on YouTube
Thank you charles69, hope your having a good Sunday, I'll try to check it out on YouTube.
Such emotion here, your last lines for me were of my brother who is now a ghost. Such beauty and my goodness I was nearly out of breath. ❤️
Hi Teddy.15 , thank you, most readers say similar things, holding their breath while reading and then a sigh of relief at the end. Can you believe, it was the awesome picture that help me create the poem.
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