The breeze whisking
gently,
the owl softly coos
A night
in the pale brightness
of the moon
-
Rushing, sweeping,
swirling by
The headlights fade into the
valley
Lifeless blooms, meek
whimpers
in the pale brightness
of the moon
-
The quiet shuffle, the
chitters
The thrum I hear,
these wistful tears
I lay now in fear
All in the pale brightness
of the moon
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I want to take some time to appreciate the title itself. It's catchy and a person like me would certainly get hooked on it and that's a fantastic trait while writing anything...
The repetition of the title phrase emphasizes the theme. Free verses can indeed be very controversial (I personally like them) but your poem does have a rhyme in the last stanza which catches the attention of the reader.
I like how the imagery intensifies gradually from stanza to stanza. The first stanza sounds more peaceful while the last one sounds dark which is a great contrast!
Good job! Have a great day/night!
Keep writing!
Thanks so much!
How beautiful and sorrowful. The pale brightness of the moon which once brought a calm into the air now only brings fear. The white glow of the hazy moon now glinting with indescribable evil. Horrid things now happen under the moon’s gleam. Once, it brought about the night flowers and fireflies. Tis’ that no longer.
I enjoyed this poem of the moonbeams. It had lovely wording in it.
I wish you a wondrous day/night!
Thanks so much!
You too
formatting won't work for some reason, so that's why there's a dash between each stanza lol