All Comments on 'A Moon Rose; a moon's prose'

Any idiot can make like a critic;

to wit:

"Crickets sing under a full hung Moon,

give me life,

then give me a room.

Bull frogs bellow with a tenor ear

give me supper

and a good cold beer.

The Moon is a flower blooming

each night above

lunacy boiled in flaming red blood

Full Moon over me light my way

cradled till morning

when comes the day."

The critic's job's easy,

to tell you what's wrong;

the creator's job's harder,

writing words without song.

A fun piece Art ~ well done.

...what he said.

Loved how this Poet used nocturnal animals to bring out the beauty of this poem. "Crickets singing ~ Bull frogs bellowing..." such lovely night sounds.

created startling images and they were no longer alone as the night came alive with sounds...Nicely done.