the tide is rising
my hair is growing
and you are blooming
as a night flower
the owl sang a poem
for the quiet fireflies
seated on a branch
silvered by the moon
your petals are opening
faster and faster
wider and wider
so I wear my moth skin
our night is dancing
with the sea
with the owl and the fireflies
under the bright full moon
Mendes Biondo is an Italian journalist and author. His works appeared on Visual Verse, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Literary Yard, Angela Topping Hygge Feature, Indigent A La Carte, The BeZine, Scrittura Magazine, The Song Is, Poetry Pasta and other magazines. He is one of the editors of The Ramingo's Porch along with Marc Pietrzykowski and Catfish McDaris. His first book of poems will be published soon by Pski's Porch Publishing.
So picturesque. Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, very happy to know you liked it! Cheers to you :)
ReplyDeleteCheers to you, as well!
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