Friday, April 29, 2011

Morning Moon

                                           Brenda Bryant

MORNING MOON

The rising sun floods the sky with pink,
Yet still the night's full moon,
Sails on, majestic, up above,
To be extinguished, soon.
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GALLERY THOUGHTS

A room hung with pictures is a room hung with thoughts;
Thoughts, understand, of different sorts.
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Arthur gazes at a naked figure
And wishes it had been painted bigger!

Gladys looks at the same bold scene
And she thinks it is quite obscene!

Fred takes a look and thinks 'Not my type.
In my opinion she's over-ripe!'

May, who's obsessed with cellulite,
Thinks 'If I undressed I'd look a fright!'

Guy, the local Man of the Cloth,
Thinks 'That deserves the Grapes of Wrath!'

Felicia, who's young and pretty,
Thinks 'I've never posed and that's a pity!'

Bertie, a lad who's not too smart,
Thinks 'So that is why they take up art!'
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A myriad thoughts buzz round the place,
And you'd never read them from each face!
All that we can do is guess
As they view a lady without a dress!
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3 comments:

Emille said...

The morning moon is beautiful! Thanks for visiting my blog:)

magiceye said...

:) beautiful!

forgetmenot said...

Love your Morning Moon poem and the lovely shot it is written about. Very nice. Mickie