You know the bloom, unearthly white,
That none has seen by morning light-
The tender moon, alone, may bare
Its beauty to the secret air.
...
Read full text
Love Dorothy Parker, sometimes a little risqué and thank God for that. She always puts a little spark and satire in her poems. A little bit of mojo and va va voom. And I for one warmly welcome her and her well crafted poetry.
Tender moon! ! ! With the romance of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Splendid write. Short and sweet. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.
The Evening Primrose blooms unearthly but mystically blown!
In five beautiful couplets the poet envies moon's beauty, ending with 'Oh, I am not like that at all! ' Lovely.
Exquisite presence unfolding majesty all a poem should be.
this has possibilities. bri ;)