When I Ask

When I ask,

And, at some stage

I am sure that I will,

Please don’t tell me

How I feel.

 

The shades of black

That holly leaves go

In full-night

Belladonna moonlight.

 

However I ask,

If I threaten, plead,

Cajole, sulk, make promises,

Please don’t tell me

You understand.

 

The kind of moon –

White-queen faced

And flat –

You get when skies

Are clear and honest-cold.

 

2/9/2012

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2 thoughts on “When I Ask

  1. Maria D'Aleo says:

    stunning … love it!

  2. beeseeker says:

    Thanks Maria, much appreciated.

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