Sun and Moon 4
night without moon without stars
dark sand dropping
filling my mouth
I walk the lonely bed of a dried up river
when I stumble in my dream
my feet leave no footprints
colourless is my path
through shadow and sand
figures of darkness
conjured before me
hollow their eyes
their mouths black caverns
no flesh decks their bones
footless they sigh
a sibilant song
mindless they draw in
a net full of sorrows
silver fish darkling
losing their sparkle
rogermoorepoet 
Loneliness set to beautiful words, Roger!
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All those months spent wandering around on my own in foreign countries … I guess the loneliness has to show through. I never thought of it as a lonely poem before, though.
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It felt lonely to me, but I sometimes used to wander around in the woods by myself as a girl…peaceful, but lonely. It reminded me of those days.
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When one releases the words, nobody can control where they go and what images they create elsewhere. “I wandered lonely as a cloud … “
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Right. Each piece we write filters through the experience of the reader. It makes it all fascinating! I sent you an email this am…just so you don’t miss it.
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