Nocturne
With half a life lived in the dark,
an owl’s hoot, an answering bark,
the moon across the water scattered,
ragged clouds, wispy and battered,
I float in night and solitude,
the night determining my mood.
I lie in darkness and I brood,
a momentary interlude.
When sunlight comes in fits and starts,
The day brings out my other parts.
They rise in me from dawn to noon,
dispelling powers of the moon.
Thus balanced between dark and light,
each half consumes its daily bite.
I welcome each within its time—
life varied, balanced and sublime.
For Day 17 of NaPoWriMo, we are to write a poem about the moon.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Great use of sound in the opening stanza, Judy, and I love the contrast of night and day.
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Beautiful poem Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome my friend
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Ah yes…the moon. Always up there inviting us to send it some words! I like the day/night idea. When I was looking for a different picture just now I came across one of the day moon against a blue sky. Had I found it last night I’d probably have written a different poem.
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Said this on your site. So glad you didn’t find that photo then as I love the poem you wrote to the photo you used. And the photo.
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