When the moon grows full, a story howls from deep precincts of the psyche. It wants to remain in the dark, yet bask in moonlight. It was asked to stay incognito, out of bounds for the civilized world.
I feel it growing inside me like an expectant mother, knowing that eventually, it will see lights of the world. I may nurse it or dream about it, but it will take its own predetermined shape.
On a New Moon night, it kicks imposed walls. I don’t know how many more phases it will wax and wane, and finally be seen.
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That pressure, that readiness! Exactly what it feels like when a creative work is ripening! 💜
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Thank you! Glad it generated that feeling within you.
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I love this tale of the moon becoming a tale.
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Thank you, D.Avery!
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Hi Reena, a powerful piece
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Thank you so much, Robbie!
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Very interesting and intriguing story
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome my friend
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Lovely poem, beautiful collection of words.
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Thank you, Diana! It means a lot coming from you
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😀❤️
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