The moon looked different the other night.
Like I could reach out,
and run my hand across its rough surface.
Like a stomp brushed wall
all bumpy and undulating.
I attempted to take a photo of it,
but the moon came out like
a focused circle of light
caught while out on a midnight run.
If I had a professional camera
I could show you what I saw.
What I was able to imagine it felt like,
the surface of that too bright moon.
A bit yellow,
a bit textured,
a little more within reach
than the night before.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2025 18:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Created/Edited/Finalized: 11/11/25
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
A lovely write of the moon. It is brought into focus and expanded in perception. Nicely done
Oh for a decent camera. Enjoy before it is all dug up...
Clear vision, pleasing.
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