The blood moon
calls me and you
to sail on the banks of love
and to float away as light as a souffle
with the clown called fun.
Or does it call us ...
continued on http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/09/supermoon-poem/
Malvika Vazalwar
Blood Moon - Poem
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I am the Bridge - Poem
As below so above,
the crescent is a portal, a bridge -
erect just like an erect me,
only by now she is used to it
and probably doesn’t wait to see
that she’ll soon bloom into a full moon
unlike me who has no clue
what I will grow into - a better human,
a pseudo saint or a werewolf.
Continued on ... http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/09/into-the-mind-of-a-seeker-during…