Neither Rising Nor Crying

Rising is the job of the sun
Blankets are my landscape
The world is upon a pillow
Expectations dreamed away

And I can hold you closely
Though you are like marble
You crush down upon me
The coldness chills my neck

Crying is the job of the moon
Her tears are known as dew
But I wonít look upon her face
For she reminds me so of you




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-17 at 14:48

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for the applaud josephus :)
2019-04-24


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you to ken d williams and Thomas DeFreitas for the applauds :)
2019-04-21


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Poignant and eloquent. Bravo!
2019-04-18