An old familiar face

I looked back at posts in my “Writing” category today. There are a whole batch of moon poems, so many that a reader might easily tire of them. In fact, my mother tells me that my very first word was “moon,” so watch out - there could be more. That’s the joy of blogging really. There’s no one to tell me that I can’t write one more moon poem - or anything else I so please for that matter. That’s really the point of the thing. I don’t have to come here to be who I am not.

Comments (2) to “An old familiar face”

  1. I always enjoy your moon poems — as well as your other poetry. Another of my favorites — a shorter one — is “airless in a house of glass”.

    I will be thinking of you all next week. Mouth of Hell is right.

  2. There is no such thing as too many moon poems.

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