Pulling

Morning Moon over the Delaware River

Sky-nibbled moon caught
between white cat-paw clouds,

descends, returns,
constant in her inconstancy, she rotates
keeping a side to herself, but always pulling–

follower or lover, which is she? Forces
in symbiosis–
the ebb-flow of oceans and blood,
the gravity of love and science.

Another poem about the moon. It’s an obsession! A quadrille for dVerse. The prompt word is nibble.

86 thoughts on “Pulling

    • Not everything I write is from a prompt, of course, but this one is dVerse. The link is there. dVerse prompts are posted on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and they are usually live for several days.

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