Moonlit Night

Moonlit Night (Photo credit: Daphne Borromeo [Back from hibernation])

At sweet moments of elation
Comes the whiplash-like sensation
When the rose begins to bloom
Comes the harbinger of doom
When the sun ascends the sky
Moon must bow and quiet, die
When the stars are seen again
Then the lunar goddess reigns

As the train now leaves the station
With a killer’s condemnation
See the darkness’s frustration
Bring to us the desecration

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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19 Responses to Desecration

  1. Ray says:

    “Moon must bow and quiet, die” Best line! Love it.

  2. I have nominated you for the Always Here if You Need Me Award for not saying my poetry is lousy. Go here for details

  3. lala1966 says:

    another great one!

  4. Oloriel says:

    Great rhyming rhythm as always, loved it! 🙂

  5. I love how your words interpret the picture, Helena.

  6. Very poetic! vividly expressive of your thoughts and feelings. Thank you so much!

  7. Beautiful poem and awesome blog too!

  8. This one almost demands to be read aloud. Well done!

  9. I agree. I did read it aloud. It is even more perfect that way. xx

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