Autumn’s last full moon
illuminates my night walk.
No fear of stumbling.
Notes: The only supermoon of 2017 just happened Sunday night. We had a bit of fog that — instead of obscuring the light of the moon — only amplified it. It was so bright you could detect some colors.
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Bobby Ball
I love poetry. But I'm picky.
No one pays me to read and write poems. It's more of a labor of love. I guess that puts me in good company. This is a project to discover why some poems strike you deep, deep down, while others leave you cold. I've got some ideas, and I'm eager to learn. I'll show you some of mine. Maybe we'll learn something new.
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Nice picture Bob.Love reading your poems.
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Thank for dropping by and for the kind words.
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That same moon was also in effect in Missouri. God is in His heaven. And all is right with the world–said somebody–once.
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Ah, Teacher! You are still inspiring study. Thanks to Google, research is much easier than those days of toting a stack of index cards to the Missouri Valley College Library.
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Lovely! Great photo, and a solid haiku. It’s hard to fill valuable space with content like this. Well done!
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